Every day I breathe in holds its blessings. Small and big. Things and people. Old and young. Frail and strong. Through the darkness and in the light. In the words I hear and in the thoughts I speak. Gifts of all shapes and sizes.
There are also the moments like the plains in between the hills and valleys, that don’t seem to have anything. Sometimes I’m tempted to fill the plains with sadness because I forget the gifts that He already gave me. Sometimes I think of what I don’t have and what does not seem to be given and I count it as some of my losses.
I realize that that is a terrible way of thinking. I have the choice to look closely at my Father and remember every good thing or to mourn the things I don’t have. My life could be full and rich when I realize how FULL and RICH MY LIFE IS.
I think I’ll say that again: my life can be full and rich when I realize how full and rich my life already is; when I count the blessings that my Father always gives to me. Small and big. Frail and strong. Old and young. Through the darkness and in the light. In the words I hear and in the thoughts I speak. For the blessings that come in all shapes and sizes.
My life changed when I understood that Christ Jesus came not to judge me, but to save me. I have the wonderful chance to be a child of God who can always enjoy His love and presence. He promised to never leave me or abandon me. I can look at my life always, and thank Him for the things I have-the things He has given.
Thank You Father for every good gift.