. . . and then some more . . . More life. More Jesus.

Overwhelmed to Simple Praise

The week of Thanksgiving is different here. Because I now live in a land where turkeys have nothing to do with stuffing or mashed potatoes or pumpkin pie or football. And they certainly do not conjure up images of Black Friday sales or crazies who camp out at Best Buy the week before they even eat the aforementioned turkey.

Christmas decorations are slowly finding their way into the marketplace here, and nobody feels like it’s a sin to put them up before the turkey’s been eaten and the thanks have been given. Because, well, Germans don’t celebrate American Thanksgiving. (Gasp!) It’s different here. And I am okay with that.

But still, I find myself contemplating all the amazing God has done in my life. Like answering a prayer for my grandpa which I had prayed for more than 30 years.

I went to visit him and my grandma last year for four days. My grandpa’d had a stroke. And I wanted to see them before I started this crazy year-long adventure.

Here’s what I wrote in my room one day that week. Still in awe that the Creator of life and grandpas and hearts and minds, would hear my heart and grant a request. Even after so long.

I sit in awe as he ponders life from the bed in which he heals.  A stroke put him here, and it’s not been easy.  Unyielding, in fact.  For the breaking of a man is never painless.  And the breaking of this man, especially.

I prayed for him as a schoolgirl who wanted to know she would see her grandpa in heaven someday.  The prayers never stopped.  Thirty some years I prayed for his spirit, for his faith in Jesus Christ.  Many of those years I wondered, not knowing, only hoping.  But praying just the same.

I sit with him now and marvel at his spirit.  The faith that God has sparked in him.  The depth of genuine sincerity with which he now expresses his care about the deep things of life and the searching of the soul.  I love this man so dearly.

And I catch myself surprised at God’s very real answer to my thirty-year prayer.

Thank you, God!

That Almighty Maker of Men and Healer of Broken would hear my cries and finally answer simply stuns me.  I am honored to know this God.  I am honored to know this man.  And now they know each other.

And a simple answer to the simple but long lasting prayer of my heart inspires a certain praise in my soul that will quite literally last much longer than the 30-years from which it came.

From the depths of my being, my soul cries out astounded gratitude.  But the only three words I can get my mouth to form are quite simply

Thank You, God!

2 Thoughts on “Overwhelmed to Simple Praise

  1. Linda Thompson on November 19, 2012 at 11:19 pm said:

    Sweet tears again… and God is continuing to work in his life and the lives of many around him. Thank you God !!!

  2. Thanks for the reminder to never give up on somebody that you love. God is so good!

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