Barbara Moulton
19th September 2006, 02:54 PM (14:54)
Do you have "surprised by joy" moments? Moments when God unexpectedly breaks into what you are doing and helps you become aware of some special blessing?
It has happened to me when I have been doing something as mundane as making a cup of tea, when I become aware of how blessed I am to have clean water to drink, electricity to boil the water, a mug given by someone who loves me, a kitchen to work in.
It happens when I hear my budgies chitter-chattering in the morning when the sun hits their cage.
It happens when someone from our church sends me an encouraging e-mail.
It happens when I walk out of the library with an armful of good books to read.
It happens when my daughters phone just to let me know how their day is going.
It happens when my husband brings me home a cup of coffee from Tim Horton's when he has gone out for something.
As I have gone through life, I have come to realize that what makes my life rich is these simple blessings. If I stop noticing them, then I can become discouraged. (Or perhaps I become discouraged because I stop noticing them.)
I guess the hymn writer knew what he was talking about. Counting our blessings...we are surprised.
It has happened to me when I have been doing something as mundane as making a cup of tea, when I become aware of how blessed I am to have clean water to drink, electricity to boil the water, a mug given by someone who loves me, a kitchen to work in.
It happens when I hear my budgies chitter-chattering in the morning when the sun hits their cage.
It happens when someone from our church sends me an encouraging e-mail.
It happens when I walk out of the library with an armful of good books to read.
It happens when my daughters phone just to let me know how their day is going.
It happens when my husband brings me home a cup of coffee from Tim Horton's when he has gone out for something.
As I have gone through life, I have come to realize that what makes my life rich is these simple blessings. If I stop noticing them, then I can become discouraged. (Or perhaps I become discouraged because I stop noticing them.)
I guess the hymn writer knew what he was talking about. Counting our blessings...we are surprised.