Well, I’m not sure if I should be doing the party today since everyone around these parts goes out to a lake on the 4th of July. It’s kind of a big deal. It involves lots of pie. So even though nobody may read the “I’m Blessed” post today, I press on.
I know that since it is Independence Day, I should write about how I’m so blessed to be an American and how much I love our country. Even though I am blessed to be an American, and I do love our country, I’m not in the mood to write about that. Like I’ve said before: it’s my party and I can
cry if I want to write what I want to. Feel free if you want to!
I’ve been blessed to have a garden this last week. Peas, strawberries, lettuce, spinach, beets, and very soon…peppers. Instead of looking in my fridge to see what we should have for supper, I weed the garden in the morning and make my plans based on what is ripe. It’s so peaceful. So simple. So delicious.
I’ve been blessed by my kids this week. Work-wise, Silje and David have been rock stars. While I weed the garden, they harvest. Together last year, they almost did the work of one adult. This year, it’s like I have another adult and half at my side. (Weird mental image…) They have also been shelling the peas for me while I work on the strawberries. I haven’t had to do that whole job at all yet this year. They beg to do it, because they know I let them sneak some raw peas, which is about the best snack ever by the way.
No fighting, no threatening, just fun working together…most of the time. It’s when they are done harvesting and I ask them to help weeding that I get the whining. I suppose you can’t have everything.
I’m so blessed to have Knut. For about 1,000 reasons. I can share my frustrations with him and he listens. He’s encouraging me to read more for fun, which I need for sanity. He always encourages me to try to get out of the house, although it’s normally not possible. It doesn’t matter, though. Knowing he wants it for me is often enough to make me feel blessed.
I’m blessed to have air conditioning.
I’m blessed to have roses. While most gardens tend to be my work to tend, the men in Knut’s family take their rose gardens seriously. My husband is no exception. It’s like God put away the white paper and charcoal art of winter and took out the bright paints for summer. So many parts of nature minister to the soul. Flowers, bodies of water, mountains, forests: There’s something about them that make you whisper.
How has God ministered to your soul this last week? How have you been blessed? Feel free to share. God is always at work in our lives whether it be in our character, our needs, our dreams, our family, our purpose…
It’s not a matter of whether or not He is working. It’s a matter of whether or not we are present to see it, and take the time to praise Him, and give testimony of His works.