Blessings

Blessed. Another Christianese word, right? Yes, and so much more. Perhaps it is christianese because without that relationship with God, one can’t quite grasp the full meaning of that word.

I feel blessed. Family and friends have been telling me that I am for years, but I never accepted the fact. But it has finally pushed through to my subconscious and now I know it for myself. Blessed. You have all read the cliché meanings of blessed; given gifts, alive, shown favor, etc. but for me, it’s the feeling of needing to dance or shout or sing for the pure joy of being alive. Even if yesterday was awful, or even this morning.

I have many things to be thankful for, yet none of them I earned. I didn’t earn a good family who tried their best to teach me to place my feet on solid rock and think clearly. I didn’t earn a good education. I didn’t earn true friends. Yet more than this, I am loved, because someone made me loveable. And so my heart sings, even if I don’t open my mouth or feel particularly happy.

Being blessed is less about the gifts and more about being secure in the love and accepting the gifts. I am blessed.