I’m a blessed guy. Yep. Blessed.
As a life-long “churchie,” that word can make me cringe. I impulsively envision over-animated ushers with poorly folded pocket squares crowing “God bless you, brother,” from the back door of the church sanctuary. (Or Aunt Bethany saying “The Blessing” in Christmas Vacation).
But it’s true. God’s hand of blessing has been on my life and on my family for multiple generations. I live in an unearned wake of the prayers, obedience, and faithfulness of my parents, grandparents, and even great-great grandparents before me.
Does this mean we’re perfect or that everything has always gone well? Nope. (If you read this blog you’re well aware of that). But we have a family that we cherish. A home that we love. A calling and purpose that fill us with overwhelming joy and gratitude.
What do you do with your blessings?
Count them? (If you’re old school you’re singing the song).
Hide behind them?
Take credit for them?
Be embarrassed by them?
Feel guilty about them?
Get rid of them?
I think all of those would be a shame. There’s only one thing to do with the blessings of God in our lives…
“You will be enriched in every way to be generous in every way, which through us will produce thanksgiving to God.”
-2 Cor. 9:11 ESV
If you have a nice home, open it up to others. If you have a strong family, share them with the lonely and abandoned. If you have money and resources, channel them to those who are in need. We can’t hide and we can’t hoard, but guilt is just as damaging as greed.
What do you do with your blessings? May I humbly suggest you simply share them?
(For those of you who have already adopted my mom as your own, I gratefully allot her to you. She’s definitely a blessing worth emulating).