A Thanksgiving Prayer

“Offer to God thanksgiving, and pray your vows to the Most High” - Psalm 50:14

Father, we give thanks this day for all the blessings you have given to us, your children. We thank you for our families, friends, for providing for our every need, everyday - all good gifts come from you.

We thank you during the difficult times, too. Even in the mist our struggles we are joyful because you are here with us. You are near to us when our hearts are broken. You are our strength and our refuge and your grace is sufficient to see us through every trial.

Most of all we thank you for sending your Son to die on the cross for our sins. We are continually amazed that you would go through so much just so you would be able to call us “your children”.

You are the great Lord Of Hosts and we are just simple people. How could we ever repay you for the kindness you’ve shown us? We never could. We have only one thing we can offer you — our heart-filled thanks.

In Jesus name we pray. Amen

*I'Am COVERD BY THE BLOOD OF JESUS*

*I'Am COVERD BY THE BLOOD OF JESUS*

PLEASE SEND BACK YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHY

Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter.

She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at
the envelope again.

There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address.

She read the letter:

Dear Ruth:

I`m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to
stop by for a visit.

Love Always,
Jesus


Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. 'Why would
the Lord want to visit me?

I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer.'

With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.

'Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run
down to the store and buy something for dinner.'

She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and
forty cents.

Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least.'

She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.

A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of
milk...leaving Ruth with grand total twelve cents to last her until
Monday..

Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings
tucked under her arm.

'Hey lady, can you help us,lady?'

Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed
two figures huddled in the alleyway.

A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.

'Look lady, I ain't got a job, you know, and my wife and I have been
living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and
we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us. Lady, we'd
really appreciate it.'

Ruth looked at them both.

They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they
could get some kind of work if they really wanted to.

'Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a
few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for
dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him.'

'Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway.'

The man put his arm around the woman's

shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley.

As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.

'Sir, wait!'

The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them.

'Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to
serve my guest.'

She handed the man her grocery bag.

'Thank you lady. Thank you very much!'

'Yes, thank you!' It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she
was shivering

'You know, I've got another coat at home.

Here, why don't you take this one.'

Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders.

Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street...without her
coat and with nothing to serve her guest.

'Thank you lady!

Thank you very much!'

Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front

door, and worried too.

The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him.


She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she
noticed another envelope in her mailbox.

'That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day.'


Dear Ruth:

It was so good to see you again.

Thank you for the lovely meal.

And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.

Love Always,
Jesus

The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer
noticed.

If you love Jesus, send this out Do not keep this message.

The mantra must leave your hands within 96 hours.

You will get a very pleasant surprise.

This is true, even if you are not superstitious.

good things will happen to everyone that touches this story.

Praying For You My Friend*

Sending Healing Prayers In The Mighty Name Of Jesus*