Counting blessings

God bless my counting…

One thousand eight hundred minutes . Forty five minutes per row. Now don’t tell me that I don’t have anything to show for my time put in.

Gathering the shawls that have my favorite pattern made me conscious of the hours and minutes that I have sat “fidgeting” my days away. Looking at those stitches in terms of minutes, hours, and days, I wondered, “How could I count the blessings that have been prayed?” I have never considered my time in crochet and prayer. Why would I count what words I have uttered.

The truth of the matter is that God’s thoughts towards me are far more in number than the one’s that I have towards Him. Psalm 139:17 states, “How precious are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them!” This verse reminds me that no matter how much I could spend time in prayer for others, or send blessings for them Heavenward, God thinks even more of them than I could ever.

This does not de-value the time that I have spent counting God’s blessings towards me and to others. Rather it increases their worth. My prayer / crochet time is more than being creative and considering God’s wonders to all those in my circle of knowledge. It is a driving force that calls me to meditate. Blessing God both with my time and my talent.

And then blessing others. There are numerous shawls in my home and soon they will all take wings and fly away to bless others. Though I am not sure who the recepient is yet, I trust God to help me think of the right person. “My thoughts are not your thoughts,” says the Lord (Isaiah 55:8). Indeed, and the way that He thinks, acts, and moves is higher and loftier than anything we can ever imagine.

Keep on praying, I Thessalonians 5:17 encourages us. And don’t forget to be thankful in everything for this the attitude God will’s for each o fus.

Meanwhile

I have fallen into the mud puddle

Today is one of those days. The one’s where nothing seems quite right. When I am having a bad hair day even after my favorite happenings of a haircut. When someone is celebrating a big birthday and I haven’t even bought a birthday card. Good thing i was feeling it yesterday, at least the blessings were there then. But today, I could just crawl into a hole, bury myself with grass clippings, and come out next spring.

Oh, Christmas Tree, Why hast thou planted thyself in the crevice of the front door step?

When I discovered that the “weed” I had fallen to pull at six inches had become a Caesar tree–my first thought was to save it. Oh, bother but that will be a new chore. It is now a foot tall. and that means the roots are two feet.

So what’s going on anyways?

These days have been busy and I haven’t been able to get anything done that I had planned. Well, okay, maybe I planned too much and then did not get to do any writing for a whole month.

Basically, life, like an unexpected cedar tree tree up out of the cracks of the front walk!

First, my daughter’s expected internship was postponed until January. Then my sister’s wedding came and went with much enjoyment. I have so many blessed memories form the weekend. Then, my husband’s vacation days came and while we had planned a trip to Virginia, now we were able to go on our motorcycle ride we had wanted to do the year before. My broken rib canceled that trip last September. So this year the five days of riding came and went with wind gusts and all.

Meanwhile…

Another prayer shawl entered my hands as crocheting “without” thinking is best when there are lots of prayer requests. This one had focus on my nephew.

An unexpected seizure and trip to the ER indicated a brain tumor in my nephew’s left frontal lobe. And today he is undergoing surgery to remove most of the turmour. And while I was discovering the rooted cedar tree during my morning prayer walks around the yard, my mother called with another serious accident report.

My Uncle was involved in an explosion that shattered bones in his face and will cause him to loose his right eye. I’m not sure how soon I’ll be able to go visit him and my aunt. They are in a local hospital not far from me. The prayers will continue to be lifted throughout the day.

So, while the days haven’t been exactly what I had planned, they have flown by. Keeping busy is usually one of my challenges in the alone times. Lately, there has been no lack for my hands. With the weeding, vacation, fall harvest, greenhouse fall planting, cooler weather acreage upkeep’s, and the prayer shawls and petitions heavenward… I think my hands are quite full enough.

Finding time to get the writing plans back has been a challenge. I’ll just have to learn to get up earlier.

Or, Christmas will sneak up on me like that little cedar tree. Oh, no!