There's a song in White Christmas; a duet between Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney. She can't sleep, so she goes down to the kitchen (where Bing is noodling on the piano), to get a snack. They meet, talk, and end up singing a song about "if you're worried, and you can't sleep, just count your blessings, instead of sheep". I've been rather depressed lately, and wondering what's up with my life, so I'm gonna count my blessings and see what happens.....
1) An entire family.
2) Food to eat. While it's not the food I would prefer to eat, it's still food and it fills my belly.
3) My own room. I don't have to share with anyone, I can have it as clean or as messy as I want and nobody cares. What a rich blessing indeed.
4) A violin, and an amazing teacher.
5) "Cousins" that love me, are close by, and let me come to their house whenever I want to chill. Especially
6) My 4-yr-old cousin who screams my name and runs to me with arms outstretched every time she sees me; no matter whether it's the first time in a week, or the first time in an hour. I don't deserve her.
7) A wonderful church family. People say hi to me, ask how I'm doing, and they really care. I never knew that could happen.
8) Clothes.
9) The coolest dad in the world.
10) Books. What would the world be like without them? A tragedy.
I have so many blessings; why am I so frail that I moan over and over about how my life is in "the depths of despair"? Why do I become so unsatisfied with my lot, why do I find it so hard to bloom where I am planted?
"For the heart is deceitful and desperately wicked, who can know it?" Jeremiah 17:9
The LORD has my life in the palm of His hand. He has created the entire universe, orchestrated billions of lives through thousands of years toward His perfect plan. He has sent His only Son to die a horrible death, take the sins of those billions of lives upon His shoulders, so that I might live to glorify Him. And I, weak, pitiful, frail human being that I am, cannot remember that. My agenda is so small, so weak, compared to His great glory and majesty. What business have I to complain?
