Have you ever felt like you had a bushelful of blessings? When I was little around this time of year, I remember sitting in my mother dear’s front yard with my mama, my Aunt Shelia, my daddy papa (aka my grandpa) and my mother dear stringing and snapping green beans. We had these huge stainless steel dish pans filled with green beans. My mama would always ask my daddy papa how many bushels we were going to have to string today. For someone like myself that disliked green beans, it seemed like the answer to her question was more of an open-ended answer… like an infinite number. Seriously, one green bean was one too many in my opinion. But what if I looked at that bushelful of beans like a bushelful of blessings…instead of one blessing the number was infinite? Well then, I am more than happy to send up a “thank you Jesus” for that bushelful.
Over the past couple of days, I have been blessed with a bushelful of blessings. My husband has been home everyday smothering me with hugs and kisses that I didn’t have to ask for. My oldest showered his sisters with compliments such as “wow, you look gorgeous!” when they were all dressed up to attend a friend’s wedding. I spent Father’s Day with four of the most important men in my life and they all had a wonderful day. Yesterday when I wasn’t feeling well, my oldest daughter took care of lunch and housework so that I could rest. My husband and I were able to talk about the plan of salvation with one of our kids who is thoughtfully working on make that all important decision. I danced freely in my backyard with my mama, my bonus mama and my kids…laughing and acting silly. I received a beautiful card from a dear friend filled with gratitude, love and encouragement. I even watched my little one dive off the diving board and swim beautifully to the side with a smile on her face a mile wide. Even when I had to ask God, “what are we going to do now?”…it was like I had climbed up into His lap and His arms wrapped securely around me, letting me know that everything was going to be ok…in the exact same way that our kids climb up into their daddy’s lap.
I realized that as long as I am living in God’s will, I know that I can thank Jesus for my bushelful of blessings even if sometimes they might not be my favorite.
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