What if Your blessings come through raindrops?
What if Your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near?
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?
I love this song. “Blessings” by Laura Story. It truly makes us ponder our perspectivse and give it all to the one who loves us most dearly. For a period in my life, I fell into a dreadful victim rut. Everything was happening to me. Nobody understood how horrible it all was nor the pain that plagued my aching soul. There were no blessings, no faith, no loving hope. Everything simply sucked, and there was no convincing me otherwise. This because, quite frankly, I did not want to be convinced otherwise. I took life for granted and failed to rejoice in the little things.
I was forced to make a change when abruptly confronted with a second cancer diagnosis for my dad. Seeing him in bed, exhausted from the pain, made me confront all the wrongs that were in (what I thought was) my ethical lifestyle. This experience has taught me to count my blessings, not my tears. Rather than shake my fist at God or find someone – anyone! – to blame, I decided to become fully invested in my blessings. Here are a few I would like to share with you:
- My dad raised me, and he raised me right. He got me through high school and halfway through college, well on my way toward success.
- My dad instilled his work ethic in me. This is one way that he will be with me forever.
- I have a warrior mother who sacrifices everything to be a pillar of strength.
- My parent’s love story is an inspiration. They have taught me what marriage should and can be.
- My family is selflessly donating their time to give us hugs and food. This is very special.
- Although my friends are at college living their busy lives, they still care enough to check in with me and cover me with their love. They even embrace constant text updates from me! (Y’all know who you are ;))
- Hospice is absolutely amazing. They are with us every step, meeting all of our emotional and physical needs! Now I know what you all meant when you said they are true angels.
- I have my dad’s adorable chin.
- People are praying for us! How amazing it is to know that people are petitioning for our well-being. This is beyond comforting.
- I have my health, mental health and physical health. I will never take this for granted again.
My life improved tenfold the moment I decided to count my blessings, not my tears. . . the thousand sleepless night it took to learn that He is near . . . the achings of this life revealing a greater thirst than this world can satisfy . . . I have learned that pain reminds our hearts that this is not our home. (I told you I love this song.)
My circumstances now are objectively much worse than they were when I was in my victim rut, yet I somehow have so much more peace in my soul now. I attribute this to counting my blessings. I had a wise teacher who encouraged me to stop labeling everything “good”, “bad”, or otherwise, and start accepting them simply as they are. The pity party has ended because I am blessed. I am so blessed to have been raised by my daddy. That is the greatest gift of all.
I thank everyone who has been praying and embracing unity at this time. Your warm spirits keep me going. I encourage you all to start counting your blessings. You may be surprised how much your life will change.