Today the good folks at Parisview Baptist Church invited me to preach for them in June and July while they seek God's will about the longer-term needs of their church. When I accepted their invitation, I realized how thankful I was for the opportunity to lead in worship, to share God's Word and my heart with others. I also realized that I have taken that honor and privilege for granted.
I was reminded of a telephone call I received many years ago from a friend and church member who asked me to come to her home as quickly as possible. I knew that she had been very ill, suffering from cancer and its treatment, and feared what might have happened to her. When I got to her home, she invited me inside and said, "Dee, I need you to lead me in a prayer of thanksgiving. Today, Carolyn brought me some potato soup and it tasted good. That soup was first food that has tasted good to me since I began chemotherapy."
Tough times became a gift of gratitude for my friend. The food she had eaten and enjoyed on so many days, she would never again take for granted. I don't know what the theme of my message will be on June 5, but I know that the song of my heart will be thanksgiving.