Blessed

There has been something bothering me for quite a while now. I have mulled it over in my mind and heart but have never felt like I had enough clarity to write about it. Even now, as I contemplate posting this, I can tell you this particular blog will not be neatly tied up with a bow, or the last of its kind. I’m also aware that the way I’m feeling and thinking just may offend someone and honestly, I just hate to stir things up.

I am thinking this may be a problem unique to American Christians in particular and Americans in general but I am not well traveled, particularly in second and third world countries. So here it is…

Why is it that when we get our own way, we say we are blessed? This has really bothered me. Are we not blessed when things don’t go our way?

Why is it when good things are happening in our day, or in our life in general, we say that God is good? Is He not good when we hit the glitches, suffer the pain, and our desires are not being fulfilled?

Could it really be that we’re here in this place, at this time, simply to make our own lives better? Is the goal to make ourselves more comfortable and our homes prettier? Is that the definition and purpose of being blessed?

First of all, let me say, I am guilty. There have been times when I “feel” blessed when I get my way and feel forgotten when I don’t. And so, maybe this whole dilemma is for me alone to get right in my heart.

My understanding is multifaceted but I can narrow it down to some basic principles: We are loved with an everlasting  love (i.e. constant, always). What that means to me is that even if I can’t see His hand, I can trust His heart. We are to give thanks IN ALL things (not for all things). The posture of gratitude for even the smallest of things, will help keep our hearts right.  We have been blessed SO THAT we can be a blessing. Whatever it is that I “feel” I’ve been blessed with (love, faith, hope, joy, material possessions, etc.) is meant to be shared with others.

I have met some brave and  incredible people in my lifetime. People who live with relatively little in material possessions (by American standards).  I have met many forced to begin life all over because of crisis and turmoil they have faced through death, divorce, rejection or abuse. Amazingly, for the most part, they are both joyful and grateful people. They will enthusiastically tell you they are blessed. I also know of many individuals battling disease daily in their bodies, who live in constant pain and yet proclaim God’s goodness and faithfulness in their lives. They are a constant inspiration to me.

I am indeed blessed – no question!  But I don’t want to be the spoiled child that stomps her foot when things don’t go her way. I want to understand God’s love and provision and blessing in the midst of any circumstances, so that I can communicate it in my actions to others in the midst of their circumstances.

I know I’m not done with this conversation. I hope you’ll meet me back here again as I endeavor to communicate my heart.

Abundance is… blessing others with that which we have been blessed with!

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About debbierivers

I love to share what I can whenever I can. My goal is to live simply and love lavishly. I enjoy inspiring others with my writing. I am married to Steve and am the mother to two beautiful daughters, Hannah and Jenna, and grandmother to Kinsley. My desire is to encourage and to bless others through my life and my words.
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1 Response to Blessed

  1. augerinn says:

    I’m right there with you Debbie….we are Blessed even when we forget to remember to give thanks in all circumstances, we are Blessed because God never changes, Keep on mulling it over and I will too. You’re on to something good and a fresh and new revelation! Godspeed, Your friend DeeDee

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