Praise Jesus Christ for the blessings pictured below. If I trace each order back to origination, His hand is present at every turn. Praise Him for another week of business as our client base continues to grow and our customer service seems to set us apart. I’m completely floored by His generosity and by His use of those in my life.
At the close of every business day, I have a routine. I’ll walk out into the shop, look at the jobs staged for the next day and verbally praise my Father in Heaven for His timely provision of daily bread. Just before I set the alarm to leave for the night, I’ll also hit my knees in the lobby and thank Him for priceless items like family and insignificant commodities like good knees that allow me to bow to Him every morning and every evening. I continue to have more fun at this gig than should be allowed. But, even as perfect as some of these days seem, my eyes remain vertical. For as good and pleasing as the soil can be this side of the fence, I am not home. The things of this world are not permanent and the Holy Spirit reminds me what a vapor of time my residence here really is.
Praise God Jehovah, alone, for the small snapshot of life and sip of sweet nectar that can flow from that vapor. It is He who gives the good gifts. All of the honor, glory and praise this body could ever draft belongs at His feet.
