Welcome to the very first “I’m Blessed” blog party. It’s a time to reflect on God’s direct hand in our lives. It’s an opportunity to document the things He does for us. We are all blessed, though we don’t always notice.
I actually came up with this idea for the Blessed party, and then it dawned on me that I’d have to write a post about what has been blessing me this last week. So I was on the look out for what God wanted to show me. At the same time, I was (am) a little self conscience about this post.
It started with Knut moving his grandma into a new apartment. It’s a good move since Knut’s grandpa’s death last December, as she’ll be closer to a lot of her friends and have easier access to friends and activities in the winter. Still it was an emotional move for her. She was downsizing, and was getting rid of a lot of stuff. All of her sewing stuff somehow made their way to our house. From dozens of packages to vintage rick-rack and other trimmings that I drooled over, to an entire box of saved shoulder pads, the boxes had about everything you could imagine. There was buried treasure in the boxes I got, but some not-so-useable things as well.
What I’m trying to say is that I had been given this awesome blessing of a boxes of zippers, and bindings, and yards of fusible interfacing, and over-the-top-amazing vintage buttons and my first thought was: “This is awesome…but I guess now I have to magically find time to go through this all, figure out what I’m keeping, organize it and find places to put it in my already packed sewing room, which wouldn’t be overflowing if I actually had time to sew!!!”
The huge blessing of vintage sewing things that you can’t even buy these days made me a grump. I was grumpy because my blessing involved work.
I soon found a pattern in my “blessing list”:
I have the blessing of a big farm house, and I complain about how I have to clean it.
I have 4 beautiful children and I complain when I have to discipline them.
I have fresh produce in my garden and I complain about weeding.
We have so many beautiful clothes and I complain about the laundry.
Sometimes I wonder why God continues to bother blessing me. Blessing me in the first place…a sinner not deserving of anything, is mercy and grace poured out. The fact that he keeps blessing even though I complain because His blessings almost always involve work.
So I guess after narrowing it down, I’m blessed that God still has hope for me.
There are some blessings, too, that I can’t help but tear up over:
–seeing my husband thoroughly enjoy our children. He can’t get Solveig in his arms fast enough when he gets home from work. He is always reading them books, talking to them about life, showing them how to do things, and planning fun family events. At the end of the day, he’s never in a rush to get them to bed like I am. He’ll stay in their room and wrap his big arms around them until they fall asleep if they ask him.
I cannot state enough how much watching him be a father has blessed me.
So much healing for me. So much blessing.
–having my brother visit me this last weekend. There’s something about someone who comes from the same stock as you. He shares my history. We can talk until the middle of the night over stuff that matters. There’s nothing about me that would surprise or shock him, and through our differences, we always hold each other up as best as we can. This truly blessed me this last week. (It didn’t hurt that he helped me make a lot of homemade jam.)
Please leave your blessings below in the comments or link your site to share with others. As a reminder, those who participate either by leaving a comment or adding a link to your own “I’m Blessed” post will be entered into the drawing for these prizes. For linking rules (there’s not a lot) you might want to take a quick look here.
You may not have the exact same blessings as me. God gives blessings to us custom made. Let’s praise Him together.