You
say, well Don, you don't know my world...my world is hard. I struggle
with coworkers that are evil and mean. I go to school with people
that are vicious. Let me tell you, my neighbor is horrible...and his
dog has his own source of aromas...if you know what I mean...my
circumstances just don't allow for me to be living in thanksgiving.
This is an illustration that just might apply to your circumstance:
A little girl walking in a garden noticed a particularly beautiful flower. She admired its beauty and enjoyed its fragrance. “It’s so pretty!” she exclaimed. As she gazed on it, her eyes followed the stem down to the soil in which it grew. “This flower is too pretty to be planted in such dirt!” she cried. So she pulled it up by its roots and ran to the water faucet to wash away the soil. It wasn’t long until the flower wilted and died.
When the gardener saw what the little girl had done, he exclaimed, “You have destroyed my finest plant!”
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t like it in that dirt,” she said. The gardener replied, “I chose that spot and mixed the soil because I knew that only there could it grow to be a beautiful flower.”
Often we murmur because of the circumstances into which God has sovereignly placed us. We fail to realize that He is using our pressures, trials, and difficulties to bring us to a new degree of spiritual beauty. Contentment comes when we accept what God is doing and thank Him for it.
OUR
ACTIONS of Thanksgiving are a FRAGRANCE. What do you smell like?
Happy Thanksgiving! You know I love ya, Don
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