Gratitude that Speaks Without Words
A Morning Reflection on the Goodness of God
When I Think of His Goodness…
What do you do when your soul stirs with gratitude before your feet even hit the floor? You pause. You breathe. You let the weight of that moment speak louder than the noise of the day ahead. You remember that grace often carries you quietly somewhere between waking and rising.
Insights for Empowerment:
This morning, I woke up from a dream with a familiar phrase echoing in my spirit: “When I think of the goodness of Jesus and all He’s done for me, my soul cries out, Hallelujah.”
It wasn’t scripture—though it could’ve been. It wasn’t a verse I had read that night or a sermon I had heard. It was something more profound. A testimony I’ve heard in church pews and whispered through tears—sung, spoken, wept over. And in that stillness between sleep and sunrise, it hit differently.
Because sometimes, we don’t need fireworks to feel God’s hand. Sometimes, we don’t need a miracle to be reminded that we’re being kept. Gratitude doesn’t always burst through the door. Sometimes, it tiptoes in quietly and sits beside you while you breathe.
This wasn’t a moment of shouting or dancing. It was a moment of stillness. A soul-level “Thank You” that didn’t need an explanation.
I’ve lived long enough—and walked through enough shadows—to know that gratitude isn’t reserved for the mountaintop. It lives in the quiet valleys. It lingers in hospital rooms. It walks with you when no one else sees your limp. And it’s there, even on mornings like this one, when your soul stirs before your eyes fully open.
Faith has taught me to recognize these mercies—not the ones that shout but the ones that whisper. The breath I didn’t ask for but still received. The peace that found me mid-anxiety. The strength showed up when I had none left to summon.
These are the gifts we overlook when we wait for life to be louder. But these quiet mercies? They’re sacred.
Conclusion:
We often chase the loud, the obvious, the spotlight moments. But the older I get, the more I understand—the quiet goodness holds us together.
The breath. The stillness. The soul-level "Hallelujah" rises when you least expect it.
Today, I’m not looking for proof of God in the extraordinary. I’m pausing to thank Him for the ordinary—because even that is grace.
Encouraging Nuggets:
Take a moment today to reflect—not on what’s missing but on what has quietly carried you.
Share a word of thanks, even if it’s just a whisper.
Let your soul cry out in its way.
With love and strength,
Deb Davis
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