It had been one of those days - I couldn't put my finger on the reason but I felt "down." Trying to look back on the day I started recalling each event and began to see I should count my blessings. The day began with each member of our family physically and mentally able to arise! Surely that is a blessing in itself. The sun was bursting through our kitchen window as we enjoyed together a breakfast adequate for our physical needs. Each of us had work to do.
After all had left to go their various ways, I couldn't resist an urge to go out to our garden and check for any evidence of approaching spring. A purple crocus and dozens of tulip sprouts were peeking up out of the soil. The air felt warm and moist - a beautiful feeling. The phone rang - a friend - could I come and have coffee? A friend, one of the richest blessings of all.
A call came during the day from my husband. A job, which we both had such high hopes of his getting, had been filled. Instead of falling apart, I was able to accept the disappointment with calmness and strength as I had prayed to God that I might do no matter what the decision might be.
The family began arriving home from various duties of the day - wholesome, happy and glad to come home. My cup overflows!
Nighttime - dinner together - shared problems and successes of the day. Understanding, listening ears, we all need this blessing.
Surely I am showered with hundreds of blessings each day that I fail to recognize as His hand at work in my life.
We all shy away from being called "religious" because that implies we are overly pious. But to be more aware of the spirit of God in just the everyday, ordinary experiences - that is different. Yes, He is a wonderful Lord.
Shared anonymously by an Eastridge member for the 1973 Lent devotional called "He's a Wonderful Lord".
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