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Scruffy, our newest addition to the pack, is a rescue dog who has found his forever home with us. One of my favorite things to do in the house is to sit beside him on the marble floor by the doorway stroking his fur while looking out on the garage and to the street outside. Out on the street it can be so quiet and busy depending on the time of day. But sunset is my special time with Scruffy.A thought struck me.... Does Scruffy know his blessing? I wonder.
Looking down into Scruffy's eyes I see an affirmation to that. He looks back at me with love and devotion etched right there in his doggie eyes. Love for his forever home. Content and happy. Yes, Scruffy knows and shows it in his doggie ways - the language of his heart and soul.
Do we know our blessing?
In good times it can be so easy to say yes. In bad times, do we even recognize it?
Sitting there with Scruffy leads me to different threads of thought. One is about blessings. Life is truly tough and it tells us in so many ways. I struggled with mine and so did mom before me. But she taught me one simple lesson with this..........
'Look for the blessings. No matter how you feel or whatever you are going through... blessings are there for you.'
I didn't always understand that. What I could understand about life was that life is mean, hard, unforgiving, unmerciful. Because it was all that to me. My heart broke into pieces and my soul wearied from the solitary struggle. Yet Mom's words kept haunting me like she was herself pushing me to look for the ... blessings.
One day I stood by the window (always my favorite spot), took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a bit second and then opened it again. I saw how pretty blue the sky was... how gracefully the clouds glided by... how so green the leaves on the gently swaying tree tops... how nice and gentle the breeze blew... and how it all gave me joy!
Then it dawned on me what a blessing was. That made me happy.
The next day I was ready to grab another dose of happiness. But things began to happen. Problems, disappointments, frustrations, worries and anxieties, loss of strength courage hope and even of faith.. all came hurtling down on me like a comet at loose careening through space. I hurt and cried.
But mom, bless her soul, pushed even harder.
Once more I stood by the window, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and opened it again. I felt tears falling down my cheeks, I sensed the beating of my lonely heart, I felt life throbbing through my veins, I saw the day unfolding still with all of its glory, I sensed the presence of the Divine...... I was alive! My tears rolled down even more but this time.... with praise and thanksgiving towards a loving and merciful God, my God!
I finally knew what blessing was.
A divine gift .... to lend us strength, courage, hope, faith, love, joy, inspiration. To help us see beauty where we thought none existed. To see ourselves as an important part of this universe. To see God and His great love for us. A divine gift to reaffirm our importance in God's eyes and heart.
Mom was right. We need not search far and wide for our blessings. It's right there in our day... within us and without... in our lives. All that we need to do is ..... stop -- look -- and listen!
Have a great Sunday, friends. See your blessings with a grateful heart.
