another day to be thankful

No sleep... nausea... sick husband... fussy baby... waking up at the *crack of dawn this morning - what is there to be grateful for on the 5th day of family sickness?

I pried my eyelids open, sipped my coffee slowly, and squinted at my Bible. 

I will give to the LORD the thanks due to his righteousness,
   and I will sing praise to the name of the LORD, the Most High. Psalm 7:17

What a thought - giving the Lord thanks that He is due. For being righteous.

I am so glad that He is righteous, and I am so grateful for it, because I am so unrighteous on my own. My attitude sucks. I don't want to do what I know I should do. The battle, already won for eternity, still rages in my heart, and it pops up in the most unexpected ugly moments. I need Jesus and I am so glad that He is willing and able to cover over my ugly rags of attempted goodness with his perfection. I'm so glad that when my heavenly Father looks at me, he doesn't see my ugliness as the black mark of judgment that it should be: he sees the righteous goodness of his Son covering over me.  I'm happy to acknowledge and thank him for being who he is.

And I am also grateful for the sun. Today we went outside to play with Mags and I sat in my little chair, leaned back, and baked in orange goodness. It was lovely. I know I shouldn't be a sun bather with the fair skin and blue eyes, but I can't help myself sometimes...

happy thanks-giving.