A shout of Thanksgiving to the Lord. A cry of joy. I can’t get over it!
I’m in Vietnam and my God, my Father, he knows me so well. This month we are teaching. It’s been a desire of mine since the race started. I wanted to teach. I really wanted to teach in Vietnam. I don’t know where the desire to teach there came from but it was there.
I never once asked God for it. I never even told him. I wrote it in my journal once. When I thought about the country, I wanted to be in a city, i wanted to be in the north, and I wanted to teach. Never once did these thoughts or desires leave my lips. Not once did I send them up to God and yet He knew!? He gave them all to me! All of them!
I shout with Thanksgiving! I don’t shout because I got what I wanted. I shout because my God knew the desires of my heart without me even saying thing.
My God is good! He is so good always. He is good when I don’t get my way. He is so loving. He cares deeply for me. My God knows me. He knows the parts of me I don’t even share with him. He searches my heart and He sees all of me.
I cry with joy as I pounder how much He loves me. He’s like a father who dotes on his children because He loves seeing their joy and excitement.
I cry overwhelmed with love. He cares so much for me. He provides all of my needs without me saying them. He provides in abundance.
I cry with Thanksgiving because He is my God. I cry as my soul rests in his hands. What else is there to be thankful for!? My God loves me, my God knows me, My God wants to show His love to me. And that is what I am thankful for.
