What does it mean to be blessed? We discussed in my Sunday School class this morning how people respond when asked, "How are you?" Of course, most of us say "fine" because that is the accepted, expected response. Lately I haven't been able to say that; my response for the last five months has been "I'm OK" because that is what I am. I'm OK. Today one man said that he knew someone who always said, "I'm blessed." I'm not ready to respond that way yet, but I'm going to work on it.
I'm blessed to have a husband whom I love and can count on.
I'm blessed to have had three wonderful, healthy children.
I'm blessed to have had Jason for thirty-three years; I know people who have lost their children during their childhood. Even though I wasn't ready to let him go, he was an adult and provided us with 33 years of joy.
I'm blessed to have been raised by loving parents and to have had a good relationship with them always.
I'm blessed to have had the siblings I had. When I hear my friends talk about awkward relationships with their brothers and sisters, I realize how blessed I was. My two sisters are in heaven already, and I have no regrets. We just didn't fight.
I'm blessed to have the nieces and nephews that I have; we have so much fun when we are together.
I'm blessed to have had a Godly mother who equipped me for the life I have had to live. If she had been made of weaker stuff, she wouldn't have been able to pass on her faith to me that has allowed me to maintain my faith in God even in the face of unspeakable tragedy.
I'm blessed to have married into a good family.
I've been blessed to work at Tecumseh High with some of the most incredible people I have ever known.
I've been blessed to be taught the truths of God's word by many pastors who have dedicated their lives to their ministries.
I am blessed to have a Sunday School class full of fun, kind, people who make every class enjoyable.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment