Blessed

I was looking at these photos while I waited for Photoshop to flatten and save the collage above. As I switched back and forth from images of children in Ecuador that Compassion bloggers are visiting, I was hit with the contrast and how blessed I am. Blessed, but also in a dangerous place -close to complacency. It’s easy to loose sight of the clean sheets I lay my baby down on, the bounty of clean water and fresh food I set upon the table. I complain to God about my comforts, and load my husband with more tasks after his long days of hard work. I fall into thinking I deserve as much and feather my nest, instead of falling grateful before His generosity.

I wine and sulk as I drive home in my mini van after a day at the doctor with three kids. How blessed am I to bring my children to a doctor even for a minor illness?!  not to have to watch them suffer and worry. He said; blessed are the poor in spirit, blessed they who mourn, blessed the meek. I don’t know if we can manufacture those attitudes. Maybe they are just the fruits of suffering. So his message to me? Be warry of how my heart strays when it is comfortable – and be grateful.

And what do I give my boys? I make them a home and teach them knowledge, but what good is that if it’s empty of His words? Am I more concerned with filling their closets and intellects than pouring His spirit into them? America can’t remember how to make it work, who to turn to for help, and families splinter and smolder in the aftermath. This is our one chance to make it work, to show them Who makes all things work together for good. He who holds love and truth, contentment and a clear conscience amidst all our castles in the air.