Blessings, you know what they are.
It’s when you pull into the grocery store and there waiting for you is front row parking. It’s hearing the laughter of your husband after you’ve told him a joke. It is forgiveness from another you offended. It is a surprise you were not expecting. It is rain the day before you were going to water the flower beds. It is uninterrupted shower time. It is snuggling with little ones. It is a warm feeling of happiness that radiates from your heart. It is a hug and someone saying they love you. It is fitting into your jeans at the end of summer. It is appreciation. It is protection during a storm. It is a smile from the waitress. It is dinner with plenty of food. It is the greeting of a friend. It is waking up the next morning.
It is different things to different people.
It is all this and so much more.
So many things too numerous to mention.
They are easy to overlook. To ignore. To take for granted. To just expect as par for the course. To even complain about.
And yet without them our life would be gray and white. Color devoid.
My son the other day was wrestling with some electronics. You know how it is. You are trying to get them to work and do what they are supposed to do and for some reason they are either doing the opposite thing or nothing at all. Or maybe even crashing and burning. But whatever they are doing, they are majorly wasting your good precious time that you had planned for other things, and they are causing your attitude to plummet towards the south pole.
He was persistently working to solve the problem, muttering to himself instructions and such, when all of a sudden whatever he was doing worked.
He blurted out, “Thank the Lord for scattered blessings in my life.”
And then he was coming into the kitchen to excitedly tell me that everything was working. Spreading his exuberance around the room.
Later I thought about what he said. “Scattered blessings.”
I had never heard this before.
I had thought of the image of blessings being like roses. How we are often looking for and wishing for a dozen roses along our path, when often the roses are scattered along our path. Two here. One up there. Another one further along. Occasionally we come upon three together, but so rarely a dozen sitting together in a vase. Yet we want a dozen at a time so badly that we don’t hardly even notice the pair sitting together, or the three spread across our path in a single day.
Sometimes we delay living or enjoying life until something big happens. We get our life together. But our first house. Have our first child. We get married. Graduate with a degree. We retire and start living the good life. We stop a bad habit. Lose weight. Recover from an addiction. Remodel the kitchen.
We tell ourselves when I accomplish this one or three things, then I will start enjoying life. Slow down. Be happy. Relax more.
Meanwhile we are not noticing any of the roses strewn along our path because all we can focus on is our goal and how we are not there yet.
Grumpy. Complaining. Tight with our smiles is what we are.
“Quit looking for the bouquet and enjoy the single rose,” someone once told me.
I had been rushing by the scattered roses, not appreciating them as the gifts they were, rushing forward in search of the whole bouquet. Bouquets are rare, though, and only appear maybe a few times during a life. Perhaps only a few times more for some, but not all.
Scattered roses, Scattered blessings.
They are the same.
Yes, thank the Lord for scattered blessings.
Lord, help me to notice, savor, and enjoy the blessings you scatter daily throughout my life.
17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. ~James 1:17
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