Wrapped hands. 'Unclean' proclaimed from your own lips. Pain and despair. Imagine the untouchables. The victims of leprosy clammering for their voices to reach His ears. My Jesus heard. My Jesus hears.
Unwrapping my hands. Bandages of past hurts, mistakes, unkind words spoken. They fall in clumps at His feet. New life where disease of my sin left its mark. Restored. No longer unclean. My Jesus hears.
"And one of them, when he saw he was healed, returned and with a loud voice glorified God, and fell down on his face at His feet, giving Him thanks ..." Luke 17:15-16
In the midst of the clamor. The throngs of people reaching out to Him. He touched and healed 10 lepers, setting them free from the bondage of their situation. In utter joy they marveled, and left. Only one returned to say thank you. I will be the one.
To remember to thank my Jesus for all that He has done, given, shared, loved, lived, breathed into my life .... Cultivating a thankful heart as the bandages litter the floor. I invite you to join me today. With a loud voice glorify God and give Him thanks.
I drop my rough pebbles of thankfulness into this pond. A little splash. Join me today in dropping a comment pebble of thanks to Him. Together we can make a ripple.
*His song over my life, setting me free to be more than enough
*Hearing His voice above the clamor
*Pictures of my boys that cling to my fridge
*A hubby that models Abba's grace and love with hands of flesh
*Bandages of fear, insecurity, depression, no longer binding my hands
*Dancing, free to worship, twirling in glory
*Seeing in the mirror a reflection fearfully and wonderfully made, knowing it deep
*Friends to encourage, sharpening me, spark by spark
*Desires of my heart bubbling to the surface, matching His call
*Returning to thank, looking up and seeing His smile over my life