I have a weird hangup. I don’t like to talk about my blessings a lot. I appreciate them, but I feel odd talking about them.
That’s a shame, because as a Christian, I should be talking about the blessings God brings to me in the midst of struggles in this world. Because it’s sometimes through seeing our blessings that people who aren’t Christian sometimes want to learn more or may feel drawn to considering Christ.
There have been so many times that I have gotten an insight at just the right time. Or been delayed in doing something I planned to only to find that the delay allowed me to get some greater blessing I would have missed otherwise. Or the many times, particularly early in my marriage, when I would be in a huge bind with something and not enough money to handle the problem, and that would be when I would get a surprise freelance assignment or a gift or something else, almost always in an amount so close to what I needed that it seemed too coincidental to be anything but a blessing from on high.
Or the fact that my house is now paid off.
Mind you, it wasn’t more than a few months ago I was afraid I might not have a house soon. That’s how hairy finances have been.
But in the midst of a time when it is hard enough to keep the utilities on and meeting some other financial requirement is eating at my ever shrinking income, making payments on the house was becoming harder and harder. It seemed almost impossible.
And then my dad talked with someone who had an idea and helped him work some magic that got this house’s mortgage totally paid off.
There’s no reason that should have happened. Lord knows I probably don’t really deserve it. But it happened, and now all I have to worry about are taxes and insurance.
I feel weird saying this, not because I feel some sense of shame that someone else bailed me out (my heavenly father and my earthly one) but because I know so many people are struggling, just as I continue to in many ways other than the house.
People I know who are having relationship problems or terrible health woes and so much else, and I have this huge burden lifted. I feel bad in a sense feeling good about it.
But it’s a blessing, and one that I should be sharing because I truly believe it was God at work here, and I shouldn’t be shy about making that known.