How does one thank ones parents for all the efforts, love, pain, and joy they put into you? You thank them by living a life pleasing to them; one that works hard, one that brings them joy, one that shows that you are trying to be the best you can be and that you were paying attention in your life.

How do we thank the One that created us and expends all of His infinite love upon you? How can I live my life pleasing to You this day Holy One? I will work hard, I will bring You joy, I will try to be the best I can be; in my prayers, in my thoughts, in my very words that are uttered out of my mouth. I will bow so low, I will fall to my knees, I will humble myself to You – completely. You complete me Blessed Savior. You move within me Holy Spirit as the wind tosses the snow from peak to peak here. Take my life and let it be – consecrating Lord to Thee. Take my hand and lead me where You need me to go.

As one walks on the streets of Makkovik, some steps will find solid ground beneath your boots – those are the easy steps. On some steps, you will sink several inches - those are the difficult steps. But You always pick me up to move on. I eventually get to my destination. I always arrive feeling so good; stronger. I’ve had time to ponder You on that walk. I’ve had time to see what You’ve created and the beauty that transcends from east to west; from north to south. Not one inch is less than perfect.

Can I strive for anything less as I move/journey through this day? I think not. Why should I try to work through my feeble strength? Lord, I don't deserve one of the blessings and the outpouring of Grace You have showered upon me. My soul just sings for joy, of wonder of You, trusting You on each journey I take today.