I pulled out the small black spiral notebook where I sometimes write prayers. In it was a written request from January of this year.
I read my heart cries and remembered the difficulty of the situation. I was pleading and desperate for God’s help.
And He answered my prayer.
Did I ever thank Him for that? I didn’t write anything else on the lone piece of paper. Did I think to respond to the God who hears my prayers and answers them?
I feel ungrateful and forgetful. I don’t want to be like the nine lepers who were healed and kept right on going toward the temple. They did not return to give praise to God. Let me be like the one who came back, fell at Jesus’ feet and thanked him.
On the back of the page, I wrote a prayer of thanksgiving:
I never wrote a praise for this answered prayer. . . . You are good and faithful. You hear prayers and You answer.
So I thank you. Summer is ending. and it has not been an easy year. But You are with us. Your strength will carry us.
Bless the Lord O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name.
Bless the Lord O my soul, and forget not all His benefits.