I woke up in one of those moods. That kind where people ask if you got up on the wrong side of the bed bad moods. I was not happy about anything. I had nothing to wear (aka: I couldn’t find the shirt I really wanted to wear). The kids weren’t listening to me, we were all running late due to my obvious lack of clothing, and I was becoming grouchier by the minute. I pulled my car out of the garage and the sun was shining. It had been raining and causing flash flooding and all sorts of problems for DAYS prior so I knew I should be much more grateful for this dry day. Yet, all I could see was my youngest son’s bike laying in a miniature pond instead of put away where it belongs. Inside of my head, I knew I should be much more thankful for every good thing I have been given, yet I was finding the negative in everything. I sent a text message to a friend and she replied that “someone in your life seems like they are in a foul mood today.” [Insert massive eye roll here.]
I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs, “SOMEONE just agree with me!!! Life is dumb!! Today is rotten!! PITY ME!!!!!”
No one did.
I got to work to see a new shipment of products had arrived. Blessing Jars – how fitting. I wasn’t too far gone in my mood to fail to see the irony. Then, I looked closer at the jar. “Count your many blessings name them one ybone.” Inside, I was ready to break things! Today, of all days, when I needed to be reminded to count my blessings, was my blessing jar broken??
Why, God? Why me? Why is my jar broken?
Because it isn’t broken, my child. It will still holds blessings just fine if you decide to put them inside.
But, God…. (I told you – I was in a very stubborn mood) why does it have to be wrong?
Because you needed to be reminded.
Then, it sunk in. Stop. Laugh. Be thankful. I may not have found the shirt I wanted to wear, but I have other clothing to pick from. (Let me also be VERY real here: it was a sweater. IF I had worn that sweater I’d be hot and irritated in the afternoon asking myself why!) It was sunny outside and the water was going down. Instead of being annoyed at the bike in the yard, I needed to remember that my son is healthy enough to ride his bike and forget to put it away.
Most of all I am thankful that God reminded me I can laugh. I can count my blessings and fill my jar even if the outside “looks funny”. I am blessed. I have breath and I have life.
Count your blessings today – even if they are small, random, or don’t make much sense!