I. Am. So. Tired. And I was washing dishes on auto-pilot and trying, really trying to find my thankful. And my brain was EMPTY. (Insert jokes blah blah blah ok, moving on:) I mean brain-dead, bone tired, verge of tears empty. But I had a moment – and I realized (and was thankful) – that just the simple act of seeking gratitude was enough to change my grumbly heart. Not much, mind you. It was still a difficult day and I am sort of moving through it in a sleep-deprived prayer-driven fog, but at the end, I’m thankful. I know tomorrow will be a fresh battle, and based on the last few nights, will start somewhere around 1 am, but for now, I am resting.
Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
And Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole.
Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.
O, how great Thy loving kindness,
Vaster, broader than the sea!
O, how marvelous Thy goodness,
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in Thee, Belovèd,
Know what wealth of grace is Thine,
Know Thy certainty of promise,
And have made it mine.
Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings:
Thine is love indeed!
Ever lift Thy face upon me
As I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory,
Sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Fill me with Thy grace.
Best version I have ever heard. Love love love.
Whoops. This was supposed to be about gratitude and turned into a recognition of heavenly rest that surpasses earthly tired. Thankful for that too (185).
Whoops. This was supposed to be about gratitude and turned into a recognition of heavenly rest that surpasses earthly tired. Thankful for that too (185).
~M.
Thankful for being thankful (186), husband doing the dishes (187).