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Monday, September 8, 2025

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

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Saturday, September 6, 2025

Poem/Song: When I Rejoice It's Because

Coloring Page and Devotion

When I Rejoice, It’s Because…

When I rejoice, it’s because The morning came again— Sunbeams spread across my floor Like mercy without end.

When I rejoice, it’s because The sparrow found her song, And even in the silence, I knew where I belong.

When I rejoice, it’s because The hurt did not define me, And grace, like gentle rain, Chose once more to remind me.

When I rejoice, it’s because The prayer I whispered low Was heard by One who answers In ways I’ll never know.

When I rejoice, it’s because I am redeemed of God. My tears watered my garden, He sent me a sunbeam.

When I rejoice, it’s because The broken things renew, God lovingly holds and heals, Abundant blessings not few.

When I rejoice, it’s because My heart, though worn, believes. He Strengthens with kindness— And weaves within me peace.

When I rejoice, it’s because I live, I’m loved, I’m saved. I am found, I’m heaven-bound. Gloriously in His ways.

Susan Barker Nikitenko Sept 5th, 2025© MBMPCOPANNA GRBENBPBKBNMPMRMGEOMMN

Psalm 119:14 I have rejoiced in the way of thy testimonies, as much as in all riches.

🌸 Devotion: Rejoicing in His Ways

Rejoicing isn’t just a response—it’s a rhythm. It’s the soul’s way of dancing when the world says “sit still.” And when we rejoice in His ways, we’re not celebrating ease or comfort—we’re celebrating alignment. We’re saying, “Lord, Your path is better than my plan. Your truth is richer than my treasure.”

His ways are not always paved with petals. Sometimes they wind through wilderness, pause in waiting rooms, or echo in empty places. But even there, we rejoice—not because the road is smooth, but because the Guide is faithful. His testimonies are the trail markers that remind us: we’re not lost, we’re led.

To rejoice in His ways is to find delight in discipline, beauty in boundaries, and peace in purpose. It’s realizing that obedience isn’t a burden—it’s a blessing. Like a child who learns to walk by holding a parent’s hand, we find joy not in the steps, but in the One who steadies us.

And oh, how clever His ways are. He hides healing in hardship. He tucks wisdom into waiting. He wraps grace around grief. His ways are layered like honeycomb—sweet, structured, and strong. When we pause to notice, we find ourselves whispering, “This is better than I imagined.”

Rejoicing in His ways means we stop measuring life by outcomes and start measuring it by obedience. It’s not about what we gain—it’s about who we become. And every time we choose His way over our own, we grow a little more into the image of the One who walked it first.

So today, rejoice. Not because everything makes sense, but because His ways are good. Rejoice like a daisy in sunlight, like a sparrow in song, like a heart that knows it’s held. Rejoice because you’re walking with Him—and that, dear soul, is the richest thing of all.

Because when we rejoice in His ways, we’re not just walking—we’re worshiping.