I am sitting outside my granddaughter’s school. There’s is a moderate snow falling tonight in Colorado. Snow is an irritation for me, however, it looks beautiful in this moment. This infant tree is beautiful covered in snow, along with the grass and fields. It is a rare occasion I appreciate the wet white stuff but tonight is one of them.
It has been a year that my grandchildren moved with me. They love to chat as we drive so the music remains off or at a low volume. Music plays as I sit in my car. My little sweet face is in cheerleading and parents, banned from spectating, join me in the parking lot. It sounds a bit like Dance Moms if you ask me (or whatever that show is). The station I listen to played this song and touched my heart. Specifically, the following words:
..”I was lost, now I’m found by the father
I’ve been changed from a ruin to treasure
I’ve been given a hope and a future
I’ve been blessed beyond all measure
I am counting every blessing, counting every blessing
Letting go and trusting when I cannot seeI am counting every blessing, counting every blessing
Surely every season you are good to me.”..-Song by Rend Collective
The lyrics ring true for most of us. In this season of uncertainty and rich lessons in hope, surrender, release, and grace this message washed over me in cleansing comfort. For over 20 years I have declared transformation of ruin to treasure. I praise Him for accepting me as an adopted daughter of the Almighty King and the details of what that means.
Blessed with eternal hope in the Father, peace encompasses my being. Navigating through the world is rough, we need hope and the courage to let go when it is beyond our reach. In my life, the ability to surrender is a precious gift of love. Letting go is surrender. This word keeps coming at me. Life disappointment intervened the previous 24 months and I failed to let go multiple times.
I surrender Lord. I surrender my broken mind, heart, and relationships. Help me let go of worry, doubts, and frustrations I cannot control! Guide me to dismiss the anger and bitter attitude others actions instigate in me. I resign the temptation to control outcomes outside my own life. Father God, I submit to your authority over my life, my will, and my posture toward others.
I am in my mid-forties and admit my lack of wisdom. I have knowledge that surpasses years past, but wisdom comes with the acceptance and discipline in my faults. When we admit our shortcomings the door opens for Grace to fill the void as we let those failures go. The Holy Spirit can work with perfect voids of release.
I am counting every blessing, specific to the pain, the sadness, and disappointments. I count every blessing and give thanks for each one, no matter the opinions of others. Imagine the world counting blessings rather than spewing hate! What a world that would be!
Listen to Counting Every Blessing!