© The couple that checks their mail in the mornings
© The neighbor that heads off to work before the sun
© The older gentleman who waits for ARC
© The young pregnant woman and her baby going on their walk
© The older couple that simply strolls
Looking at them I would consider them blessed. Oh, I don’t know even know their names but I’m musing here so muse with me.
I read an article this week, a man suggesting that Christians stop using the word blessed. I didn’t agree with the article. It began implying that saying blessed reduces God to some ‘wish-granting fairy’. But nothing reduces God, and according to Strong’s the Greek meaning for “blessed” is happy, describes God extending His benefits, His favor, His grace. Strong’s goes on to say that “This happens with receiving (obeying) the Lord's inbirthings of faith.
So what is wrong with saying I’m blessed? I didn’t get it, I still don’t.
My eyes drift now to the constructions workers getting on with their day and I think back to the others I have seen this morning. Each one of them has something from God because everything comes from God. I look at them and at my own life and think blessed sums it up quite nicely.
About a month ago I was in a car accident and I still would (and did) say that I am (was) blessed as it’s not just a word for when things are going great. Even in the storms He is extending himself to us, sometimes it’s harder to see but it is indeed there, His Blessing.
I sit here bum knee raised and on ice, the birds chirping, a relaxed morning of time with the Father and a little people watching.
Yep, I’m going to stick with blessed…I think it sums it up quite nicely.