“Let my soul be at rest again, for the Lord has been good to me.”
One of the skills we check in early education is rote counting.
‘How high can you count?’
Littles are always eager to show off how many numbers they know – and in the process, they also demonstrate their general confusion with the number sequence by naming some incorrectly (threeteen is rather common), or skipping some altogether.
You have to be able to say the number sequence before you learn what quantity really is, how numbers work, and how they combine together.
I think counting our blessings works on the same principal.
When I get anxious, when I’ve read too many coronavirus articles or spent too much time reading about how weird our world is right now, I start counting.
Blessings, that is. Gifts from heaven. Times when I know God came through in a mighty way.
Because until I can rote count them, I won’t understand what blessings really are, and how they work together to enable me to perform my part in the kingdom.
How high can you count?
I’m not sure that I can comprehend how many blessings added, multiplied, and exponentially increased I have had laid at my feet. Many are invisible. Most have been taken for granted as givens, when they are truly gifts. It is as I begin counting that my ignorance of the gifts of God really shows up. I will surely call some by another name – and miss others entirely.
This kind of counting needs practice.
Are you anxious today, wondering what the day/week/month/year to come may hold?
Count up the ways the Lord has been good to you, and your soul will be at rest once more.
Learn to count a little higher with me?
Father, Your gifts are innumerable, rich, stunning. Teach us to name and count them properly, attributing them to You as we should. Thank You for Your good gifts! Help our souls to find rest in Your provision. Amen.