the questions I hear
the questions every heart hears
the questions easy to escape from with a life of
noise to drown out
work to give identity
pleasures to numb
addictions to distract
"will you be content...
will you be satisfied...
will I still be enough...
if I bless you with no more
than that which already given?
will you raise your hands empty
toward the sky in worship
if tomorrow you wake to find life different?
My child,
what is it that you consider a blessing?
oh many times I bless in the material realm
I bless financially
I bless with jobs
with homes
with bigger homes
with bedrooms enough for all
with cars new and shiny
with clothes to spare
with food plentiful
with freedom to openly raise hands empty
in worship
these truly are blessings from My hand
and nothing wrong with
these blessings...
in fact much is right...
for the greater the blessing
the greater the responsibility
yet what then would you say to the unemployed?
to the homeless?
to the one walking?
to the one with only the clothes
on his back?
to the hungry child
or adult?
to the 21 brave souls
and countless more who die
simply because
My name was on their lips?
that somehow they are unblessed?
no, My child, a thousand times no
blessings from My hand
can in no way be described or comprehended in full
for one cannot describe or comprehend that which is indescribable or incomprehensible...
blessings abound in the profound of the everyday...
sun rising
sun setting
heart beating
lungs breathing
clouds floating
sun's rays warm
silky soft of newborn skin
ceaseless motion of waves
grains of sand to numerous to count
santa ana winds powerful
snowflakes gentle falling
snow untouched pure
giggles of little ones dancing with joy unfiltered
hearts created to worship and adore
My blessings
My love
are
hope-filled as rainbow stretching from earth to heaven to earth
surprising as blossoms in desert sand
protective as a momma's love
always forgiving
always gracious
always merciful
hear Me well, My child...
you are blessed not by what you have
you are blessed not by what you do
you are blessed because of who you are
and whose you are
you are mine forever
and I will always be enough
a heart can be satisfied only if overflowing with
My presence
for then and then only will
My peace
My love
My joy
result
that heart content
will cast a glow radiant
spilling over
piercing the darkness
I love you."
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