Last night I took Charisse to bed and as I put her down into her crib I had this thought, “She has NO IDEA how blessed she is. She’s got clothes, food, a comfortable home AND parents who would do ANYTHING for her! Seriously, she’s got it made.”
However, AT THAT MOMENT she began to cry…nothing serious, just sort of a fussy sort of cry, one that said, “You just put me down…now watch me cop an attitude!”
I wanted to tell her how blessed she was…but I couldn’t because, well, she’s just not mature enough to understand that for one…and secondly, if she HAD been mature enough then she would not have been able to hear me because of her crying.
Then BAM…it hit me…that’s the exact way things are with God and me at times.
You see, when it comes to my heavenly Father…I am blessed. Seriously, I often tell people that EVERY GOOD thing I have in life is the result of Him saving me. He has blessed me BEYOND anything I could ever deserve; however, as time passes by I am discovering more and more how blessed I really am. I Corinthians 2:9 is true—we have NO IDEA how blessed we are as His children.
One more thing…at times I can’t comprehend God’s blessings because I am crying about something He did that I didn’t like. I complain, try to get Him to see it my way…shoot, I’ve even thrown a temper tantrum or two…but none of that EVER seems to work. I am coming to understand that…
#1 - God loves me more than I could ever imagine…and He will do what is best in HIS time. Sure, it may be uncomfortable at times…but at the end of the day, no matter what happens, I am blessed.
#2 - I need to spend WAY much more time being QUIET before Him instead of complaining to Him when things don’t go my way.
Charisse has NO IDEA how blessed she is as a child…just like most of us have no idea how blessed we are as children of God.