I Appreciate You Lord Apr 2026

He stepped off the porch, his boots crunching on the gravel, heading toward the garden. He had seeds to plant and a world to witness.

Elias had smiled, ruffling the boy's hair. "Because, Leo, when you stop looking for what's missing, you realize the table is already full. The rain isn't ruining the trip; it’s feeding the forest. I appreciate the Lord for the rain because He knows what the trees need better than I know what the fish want." I Appreciate You Lord

He remembered a time his grandson, Leo, had asked, "Grandpa, why do you say 'thank you' for everything? Even for the rain when we wanted to go fishing?" He stepped off the porch, his boots crunching

Now, as the sky turned a bruised purple and gold, Elias watched a blue jay land on the porch railing. He didn't just see a bird; he saw the intricate design of its feathers, the boldness of its spirit. "I appreciate the color," he murmured. "Because, Leo, when you stop looking for what's

As the coffee in his mug vanished, Elias stood up, his joints popping like dry kindling. He looked at the modest life spread out before him—the small garden, the stack of firewood, the path leading to the woods. It wasn't the life he had planned as a young man, but it was the life he had been given. And in the giving, there was a grace he had once been too busy to see.

Thank you for the air. Thank you for the light. Thank you for the strength to stay awake.