I wish I knew where this originally came from.
A few weeks ago I shared my feelings towards regret. Basically, I don’t like it. I feel that God puts us in places for a season for our growth. On Sunday, my pastor shared that we tend to think blessings are the “good things” that happen in our life, but blessings tend to be things/situations that have the most growth potential. Much like this song from Laura Story (which is, incidentally, named Blessings)
I can’t tell you how much the Erma Bombeck quote fits into my life right now. I want my life, the good and the bad, to mean something. I want to draw closer to God and bring others with me. Know what I mean?
On a day like today we look back and reflect on our lives 11 years ago. We remember where we were, what we were doing.
Do we count that time as a blessing?
I can’t help but think of all the first responders who literally gave all they had to save others.
I can’t help but think of my dad, who on September 12th was struck by a car while on his motorcycle. He was on his way to give blood.
Do we count these hard times as blessings?