“Let everything that breathes sing praises to the Lord! Praise the Lord!”
Forest fires are raging to the east.
An east wind brought evidence.
It was hard to see very far. It smelled strongly of smoke.
And for some, it was hard to breathe.
We kept our little inside all day – there was an air quality advisory issued.
All very unusual…
And it got me thinking.
When it’s hard to breathe, you remember. You remember that clean air is a luxurious blessing. A blessing I’ve enjoyed for all but a handful of days in my entire lifetime so far.
A blessing I’ve taken for granted.
So I’m taking some time to thank God for fresh air!
(I honestly don’t know that I’ve ever done that before…)
How humbly I say thanks, for I am a creature that has always had clean, fresh air to breathe. Oh, for sure there are summers where there is smoke in the air from fires burning up north, but generally speaking, that means reduced visibility and a smell of campfire for a few hours.
This was different.
Somehow, you never really appreciate something until it is gone. When it’s hard to breathe, the truth is suddenly very clearly imprinted on your brain.
It makes me wonder.
What else am I taking for granted that I ought to say thank you for?
I mean, seriously. Just the simple fact that I’m breathing in and out right now ought to qualify me for a flutter of thank yous. The fact that my eyes are functioning in low light, I have a comfy chair to sit in out of the elements, I have the technology to post my ideas, I have a brain that is capable of formulating said ideas – my goodness. The richness abounds!
How blind I am to the blessings.
It’s almost as if I’m seeing through a thick blanket of hazy smoke or something…
Open your eyes to the blessings around you with me?
Father, how deeply and profoundly blessed I am – and how deeply and profoundly I have taken those blessings for granted. Thank You! I lift my voice to praise and bless You for the many precious gifts You have piled up for me. Amen.