"Broken Blessings". Last year, I found myself continually frustrated with one of my friends because they never seemed to appreciate my love actions to them. I was furious that I put so much into a friendship that I was getting nothing out of. It was in that moment that the Lord spoke to my heart. "Britta, you do the same thing to me every day. I made the trees green because I know that you love the vibrant colors. I have the sun shine down on sidewalks so they are warm for your bare feet because I know you love it. I created silly little personality traits in every person because I know you enjoy observing mannerisms. I gave you an able body because I know outdoor activities invigorate you. I provided a family that loves and hugs you daily because I know how important it is for you to feel affection. I thought of you when I did all of this but you take my blessings forgranted! I imagined the smile that would dance across your lips as you received my love messages. But each one of them was ignored- each one was overlooked because you have been focusing on fixing life rather than enjoying it. Please, become mindful of my blessings!" And so I came to the realization that blessings are broken. Not broken in the sense that there is something imperfect about them. But rather broken in the "broken record" sense. They repeat over and over but we are so distracted by life that they are not heard. We go about with our existence not even realizing the broken words playing in the background. The Lord is pouring blessings on us each moment. He is repeating Himself over and over. Can we remember to still our days and listen for the blessings not meant to be broken?
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