Here is something I wrote late one night when I couldn't sleep:
Blessings: Gifts from God that we may or may not ask for, but because God's grace and love He gives us gifts. These "gifts" can be a variety of things; a person, for example, comes int oour lives at the right time. Or a check in the mail,mayube, comes just as we think we can't get by, can't pay that bill.
A blessing in the form of a person, a human being, doesn't have to be some one we know, or even some one our age. This "angel" can be an adult, a child, or a teen; they can be a bum on the street, or the richest person in town. A blesing can be received in a number of ways. One way is, verbally-- a compliment, perhaps, some one at work tells you that you look great today, or have been doing a great job lately, when, possibly, you were feeling down right headous or useless. Or maybe a blessing is received the second way, non-verbal (at the moment I can't think of a nicer word), via a nice e-mail or card left on your desk, or some other little gift to lift up your spirits. Maybe the third way of receiving a blessing from a person: presence. Presence is possibly something you need at the time, a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, or simply just some one to sit by your side.
I have often heard stories about how God "blesses" some one by putting it on some one else's heart to send this person a check, not knowing why, or what for. And it just so happens to be that the receiver of this check was worrying, stressing, about how to pay the next car payment or power bill, and received the check in the exact ammount needed. Or a car is needed and that prayer is answered by, again, opening an individual's heart.
I am truly blessed by God. I have a great family that loves me, a awesome group of friends. I have a wonderful church to attend, and attend freely and publicly, with a great pastor, and a good job I can count on getting paid from every two weeks.
I have life. And I, being a four-month pre-mature infant, have the blessing of life. A double-blessing since I shouldn't live any way because of sin. My family was told multiple times that I wouldn't live. Five hours after I was born, give or take a few hours, a training doctor was working near by where I was laying in an incubator. This person mixed alcohol with Bedadine--two chemicals you NEVER mix together, and spilled it where I was laying. I laid in the spill for four hours, to the neglegance of the doctors. I was unable to scream or cry because of a tube down my throat, if I have gotten my facts right from my mom. I now have second- and third-degree burns from my mid-back down to my thighs, spread over on my calves, and a few blotches on my hands and feet. And then the scar across my stomach, aka my "zipper", was made a month after I was born because or a whole in my stomach. This scar is sunk into my skin, not flat like most scars.
The doctors didn't, and still don't, know the reason that I lived. One answer: God. The power of prayer as well, I guess. Many prayers were lifted to God for me and my family then...and that was almost 20 years ago. I still suffer mild, or rarely, major, pain from my scars, but that is a reminder that I am alive, and can feel pain. And also, that I am truly, truly, blessed to be.
So, the next time you think about shrugging off that compliment, or throwing that unopened card in the trash, think about the blessings of life, and what all God has done, and given you.
Well??
DestinyLies
, I need to go back and read some of this writing of yours..