Bear you one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ. Galatians 6:2
For many years I kept the fact that I was in a physically and verbally abusive marriage a secret. I did not want to burden my friends than the truth, and I certainly did not want to be a burden on my parents and extended family. I now realize that I was wrong. I should not be afraid to share my truth with trusted friends and family. I also want to be the kind of person with which that others feel comfortable sharing their burdens. We need each other. May I be on the lookout for ways to lighten burdens today.
I love how habits can become traditions, and traditions can become a part of the family culture. My children know that most nights, I will read to them before they go to bed. They know that on weekend evenings, we play a board game.My kids know that I will turn on praise and worship music on days that we are just hanging around the house. I love opportunities to weave faith, hope, and love into our daily lives. I am thankful for the daily opportunity to repeat these lessons, and that God uses my children to teach me just as much as I teach them.
I wanted to conclude this 31 days of counting blessings in messy seasons by discussing the most important reason to count blessings. I think counting blessings helps us take our eyes off of our circumstances, and put them on the One who never changes. Living a life of thankfulness helps me walk a closer walk with my Lord and Savior. I am reminded of the Westminster Chatechism our goal in life should be know God and enjoy Him forever. May I do this even in the messy seasons of life.
“If we’re going to fight, let’s fight for each other. If we’re going to shout, let love be our cry.” -Mandisa
Counting blessings is not a one time event to check off my list, and then now I’m done. It is a way of life. It is Thanksliving. I want to use my voice for shouting praises to my Lord not shouting in anger. May my voice be fighting for people not against them. May love not only be the cry of my heart but the words that I speak, the song that I sing, the message that I lift my voice and shout. May my words be true, helpful, inspiring, necessary, and kind. Let each of us use our voices to spread God’s love today.
Have you ever been around someone whose joyfulness brought you joy? As a mom of three blessings, I can tell you that I often get a chuckle out of how often one child’s enthusiasm can spread to the other two children. They laugh at me when a song that they were singing gets stuck in my head. Counting blessings is the same way, it is more fun when it is a family activity. So, whenever possible I try to include family and friends in counting blessings with me, and if someone has done something that blessed me, I try to remember to tell them thank you. It is also fun to share your gifts. If someone has done something nice for you, try to find a way to pass it on.
Sometimes it is hard to sing. I feel tired and sad, and I just don’t think that I have the energy to sing. I feel deflated and defeated. In moments like these, l think it is especially important to get alone with God and ask him to put a song back in my heart again. The song doesn’t even necessarily have to be a happy one. I can pour my heart out to God while singing as tears run down my face. It is the act of coming to God with a song of surrender that is important. Do you find that it is hard to sing when you are in the middle of a hard season?
1 Corinthians 13:12
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
I at one time thought counting blessings was hard because of my brokenness and the brokenness of this world. I thought to count blessings in the brokenness was to ignore all the hurt in me and around me an pretend that everything was okay. I now know that counting blessings in the middle of messy seasons is to surrender the broken pieces to the only One who has the power to fix them. I surrender knowing that my ideas of wholeness may be completely different than His. His ways are higher than my ways. He sees the whole picture while I only see in part. Please Abba Father, help me to seek you in my brokenness and stop trying to patch myself up in my own strength.