I had one of those days full of blessings. I had a wonderful
talk with a special lady that seemed to bless us both in ways that touched our
hearts right down to where we have tucked our pain from the past. I had a
chance to be a part of God's plan and deliver some needed news to someone who
has been wondering about how someone perceived her over the years. I was
humbled so much by the love of God when he would use me in such a special way. He
orchestrated a chain of events that led me to getting to give some wonderful
news to someone who needed it. She was
also overwhelmed by the love of God as this chain of events unfolded.
As the day went on I was so blessed by a young man who stepped
up and said “I am sorry” for something he did that hurt someone close to me. To
watch him step up and take responsibility for something was a wonderful
blessing. Later that night my son and husband sent me a text that they were
driving straight through from Colorado. They would not make
it a two-day trip like they had planned. They would be home about 3 am. I sat
on my bed and praised God for my day. It was one of the best days ever. When I
woke up that morning I had all my family under the same roof and that was the
kind of blessing that warms my heart.
Not all our days are like that. There are those days like I
spoke of before where we are so burdened. We wonder why is this happening and
we ask, "Did you forget about me God?" We think we can't go on.
That is when we really need to count our blessings and sometimes we really need
to look for them because our pain seems to have caused us to put on blinders.
Blinders like a horse would wear. Can you see what I am talking about? With those blinders all we see is the pain or
burdens staring us in the eye. We miss the bigger picture of all that God is
doing in our lives and the world around us when we wear the blinders of our
pain. The blessings are everywhere; we just have to take of the blinders
and look for them.
Wait, I got ahead of myself. Let’s back this bus up a
day or two. A few days before my son was to return from college I had one of
those days where I was so full of pain and anger that I wanted to give up. I
wanted to crawl under the covers and wallow in my anger. One thing after
another went wrong and my kids were being hit from all directions. “Momma bear”
(that’s me) over stepped her place trying to protect her son and I caused more
problems. I sat crying my heart out. You know the kind of cry that is ugly. Snot
bubbles and all. I was angry with God. My son was doing the right thing and
time and time again at school, the sin of others were rewarded and my son was
not rewarded for the grace he was showing those who wronged him. I was
repenting for my anger towards God and as I crying about the pain my son was
feeling, something became very clear to me. I had to look beyond the bad
stuff to see the good stuff. “The
blessings”
Psalm 17:8 says, Keep
me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings. We are the apples of God's eye. It was time
to take off the blinders of my pain. In my little picture or cartoon brain as I
call it, I saw a tree growing yummy apples. As apples grow they must ride out
some storms. They are dirty when they are picked off the tree and some of them
have the marks from the beatings of the storms. When we wash them and polish
them and they are beautiful and yummy. As I looked at the situation from a
different view and not from my pain and anger, I saw my son as the apple of
God’s eye. I began to see that what my son was walking through was a storm of
life but God’s hand was on him. Gently polishing him into a man of God, filling
him with grace and Godly wisdom. It was then that I began to push past the hurt
I was seeing Tanner endure. I saw God's hand and his blessings. I saw both my kids,
standing firm in their faith and pressing in harder when times got tough. In
that were the blessings. They were truly beautiful apples in God's eyes and he
was gently polishing them to shine His love to
others. I was thankful that God and shown me that about both Tanner and Hanna. As
the day would unfold Hanna also get hurt by someone’s very harsh words that
were an attack on whom she was.
As my daughter took that blow, my heart was
broken again as I watched her deal with this new pain. She was ready to give
and go against what she had tried so hard to stand up for. Broken from this,
I pushed in and remembered my crying session with
God earlier that day. I began to look for the blessings in this. My
husband and I prayed and we saw my Daughter soften and extend God's grace and
forgiveness. The blessing was right there for all of us to see. It was in that
pain I felt for my kids that would lead me into the amazing day I wrote about
at the beginning of this chapter.
Looking back, that year my son had grown in great ways, he has
pressed into God, found strength in him and he truly became a man of God. That
blessing was staring me right in the face and the other things didn't seem that
big. My daughter was standing firm in her faith and speaking life into her
peers. I thank God for those blessings.
God knows we can only take so much in a day. It said that is why
there are only have 24 hours in a day so that we can have a fresh start at the
beginning of each new day. Wow, that is a blessing there. Each day is a
new blessing, a fresh start and a gift from God.
I pray you will always count your blessings in the worst of
times they are there. Sometimes we have to look a little harder when we are
overwhelmed but God never fails us. His blessings are everywhere. Some days his
blessing could be that we find the strength to get out of bed. Other days it is
a sunset at the end of the day confirming to us that a new day is on the way. Remember
to always count your blessings.
It is early in the morning as I write this, and my son and husband
made it home about 3 am from my son’s first year of college. I can hear my kids
down the hallway. My son has just awakened and is greeting his sister now that
he is home. He tries to hug her and she says, "You probably smell.” I laugh at her
sisterly remark and see my son scoop her up in his arms and lift her off the
ground as they hug. I add one more blessing to my life with that moment and I
shed some tears of Joy. Thank you God.
4 comments:
Max Lucado wrote a book. I think its' called "24 hours". leland bought it for me sometime after SEth died. It's about "THIS is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it".. EVEN the bad days.. I try and remember...
In the midst of the most awful of storms, a light breaks and there is a most spectacular rainbow...God's sign and promise to us.
I'm including a poem my Grandmother wrote and published a very long time ago..it's one of my favorites I find comfort in and hope you will too.
"There Has to Be a Rainbow"
By: Claryce Casey Grimm
I have walked a hundred pathways
Turned as many roadway bends;
Heard your silent step beside me,
Felt the warmth your nearness lends.
I have heard a thousand voices
Calling, singing-all the same.
Yet above the din and music
Comes your whisper of my name!
If I'm weary, lonely, sad,
And my heart cries, "Where? or When?"
OUT OF NOWHERE, STRONG HANDS GUIDE ME,
And I'm on my way again.
Up one hill and down another
I keep searching for I know:
Somewhere- there's a rainbow for me
as you promised, long ago.
that is a beautiful poem. thank you for sharing it.
Ahh Kim, Great perspective. You draw from a well that runs deep. Love you.
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