Counting your blessings is a huge part of recovery. Looking at my life to see the good that’s come from the bad — or in spite of it — keeps me from wallowing in the past that I can’t change.
This seventh post seems like a good spot to take a rest and a deep breath and tell you about some blessings before plunging back in to a big bowl of messy.
“When life hands you lemons, make lemonade” right?
Not me. Lemonade is too easy.
I tend to make lemon meringue pie . . . and I make a huge mess . . . and then the pie is devoured in an hour.
(That’s just an analogy, by the way. I’ve had a lot of lemons in my house and I’ve only made lemon meringue pie once — just two weeks ago . . . and I did make a huge mess. . . and I had to send Dave out for Taco Bell because I had exhausted myself with my creativity and had nothing in me left to make a decent dinner. But it was really, really amazing.)
We’ve had plenty of life lemons handed our way over the years. And the process of turning them into pie has been tougher than whipping meringue. But God has changed us along the way and today, we can clearly see some of the blessings — the joy — of the pie He’s been helping us make.
Work has been a big piece of that pie.
Dave and I have both enjoyed a measure of success and satisfaction in the jobs we’ve had the last three years since we left full-time ministry, and a huge part of that is because of where we’ve been.
Dave is a certified credit counselor at a nonprofit agency and talks to people every day who are at the end of their rope. He’s been really successful and now he trains other counselors.
I’m pretty sure it’s because he understands exactly what it feels like to know financial despair. He listens and truly empathizes.
And I get to write fundraising letters for rescue missions.
Every interview with someone whose life has been pulled from the gutter, every story I read of a family who were once living in their car is a blessing. I know for a fact “There but for the grace of God go I.”
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I have had a hard time over the last few years accepting the changes to my life plan.
But when I count my blessings, I realize I’m pretty happy with my pie.
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Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy. Psalm 126:5