Someone recently asked me how I'm "doing so well with all of this." All of what? I started to respond, defensively. But then I realized what they meant. All of this tunnel season I'm experiencing. In need of a job and a place to live and I'm actually still living life? I "look so happy" in my pictures. I seem to be "doing so much." There must be some crazy secret to my glory, right?
Let me first express the disclaimer that, while all intentions were good, those are some of the most obnoxious statements ever.
I don't look happy in my pictures, I am happy; I am filled with joy.
I'm not busy for the sake of being busy; I am enjoying life with my loved ones because the gift of each day is what keeps me going and to waste it depressed in bed would be a sin against God.
Pity is disrespectful. If you feel sorry for someone, in any situation, please stop. If you feel burdened to pray for them, do that. But don't pity them. It's gross.
Anyway, here is my answer. This is not a fantastic post sharing life lessons God is teaching me, though I will update soon because He is doing some magnificent things.
Today I just want to answer this question, and it is simple: I refuse to look at anything as less than a blessing.
The call in the morning to substitute: a blessing of provision.
No calls in the morning: a blessing of rest.
Another correspondence alerting me of a company's decision to hire someone else: a blessing of protection.
Interruptions: blessings of the Holy Spirit, reminders that my plans have nothing on God's plans.
Blessings, blessings, blessings.
In everything there is a blessing. You just have to choose to seek and accept.
So I give thanks.
Always.
Every day.
Throughout each day.
When I am extremely grateful.
When I don't understand anything.
When I don't feel like it.
Giving thanks for all of my circumstances.
Praising God for what He's done in my past.
Praising God for what He has already done in my future.
Praising, praising, praising.
That is how I'm "doing so well with all of this."
Thank you for asking.
