If I Could Give You Blessings
If I could give you blessings, I’d slip them in your shoes— Soft steps of mercy for the roads you didn’t choose. I’d stitch them in your pockets, where your trembling fingers hide, So when you reach for courage, you’ll find grace tucked inside.
I’d pour them in your coffee cup, warm and honey-sweet, To stir your weary mornings with a joy that tastes complete. I’d braid them through your laughter, so even when you cry, A thread of holy comfort would glisten in your sky.
I’d plant them in your garden, where the quiet prayers grow wild, With blooms of understanding for the inner, aching child. I’d write them on your windowsill in sunlight’s golden ink, So every time you look outside, you’ll pause and stop to think—
That you are not forgotten, not forsaken, not alone. That heaven sends its whispers in the softest undertone. And if I could give you blessings, I’d give you this today: The knowing that you’re cherished in a thousand quiet ways.
Susan Barker Nikitenko Sept. 8th, 2025© MPMBNATRICPATCOPKYRANNABEN PMKJHGN89
A Basket of Blessings From My Heart to Yours
📖 Opening Scripture (KJV)
Luke 6:38 Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom.
Devotion: A Basket of Blessings From My Heart to Yours
If I could hand you something today, it wouldn’t be wrapped in ribbon or hidden in tissue—it would be a basket. Not just any basket, but one woven with prayer, lined with grace, and filled with blessings gathered from the garden of God’s goodness. It would be soft with mercy, fragrant with hope, and overflowing with joy.
Inside, you’d find peace for your anxious thoughts—like lavender tucked between pages of scripture. You’d find courage, shaped like a warm loaf of bread, ready to nourish your weary soul. You’d find laughter, like sunbeams caught in a jar, and forgiveness folded like a quilt stitched with second chances.
This basket isn’t mine alone—it’s passed from heart to heart, from one redeemed soul to another. Because when God blesses us, it’s never meant to be hoarded. His gifts multiply when shared. The more we pour out, the more He pours in. That’s the miracle of grace: it never runs dry.
But sometimes we forget. We clutch our baskets tight, afraid there won’t be enough. We compare our blessings to others’ baskets and miss the beauty of our own. Yet God gently reminds us: “Child, I am the source. I am the giver. I am the overflow.” And when we open our hands, we find they were never empty.
So today, I offer you this basket—not because I’m perfect, but because I’ve been blessed. And tucked inside is the greatest gift of all: the invitation to know the Giver Himself. His name is Jesus. He doesn’t just fill baskets—He fills hearts. He doesn’t just bless—He saves.
To receive Him, it’s as simple and sacred as ABC:
Admit you are a sinner in need of grace (Romans 3:23)
Believe that Jesus died and rose again for you (Romans 10:9)
Confess Him as Lord and call on His name (Romans 10:13)
That’s the beginning of a life where your basket never empties—because it’s held by nail-scarred hands that never let go.
So from my heart to yours, take this blessing. Let it remind you that you are loved, chosen, and invited into a story of eternal abundance.
💡 Tip of the Day
Write down three blessings you’ve received this week—then share one with someone else. Blessings grow best when planted in others.
📖 Scripture Recommendation
James 1:17 – Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above…
Psalm 103:2 – Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits…
Philippians 4:19 – But my God shall supply all your need…
🙏 Matching Prayer
Dear Lord, thank You for the basket of blessings You’ve placed in my life. Help me to see them, savor them, and share them. I admit my need for You, believe in Your saving love, and confess You as my Savior. Fill my heart with Your joy, my hands with Your grace, and my life with Your purpose. May I be a blessing to others, just as You have been to me. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Susan Barker Nikitenko Sept. 8th, 2025© MPMBNATRICPATCOPKYRANNABEN PMKJHGN89
