Blessed Beyond Measure
Blessed. Actually, blessed beyond measure is more fitting. But life can still be really hard. I'm reminded of a line from Martina McBride's song, Anyway, it says: "God is great, but sometimes life ain't good." (click the link for the full song)
Sitting in self pity I snap myself out with the realization of how ungrateful I sound. Even if it is true and even if I am only complaining in my own head, that does still qualify as a complaint. And why should I complain or wish for more when I know, without a doubt, that I am not only blessed but blessed beyond measure.
You know, growing up I always heard this phrase “blessed beyond measure” and interpreted it simply as “I’m really blessed.” But suddenly, I feel God tugging at my heart and whispering in my ear “Alicia, stop measuring your blessings. What I’ve given you cannot be measured.”
You see, the problem with trying to measure our blessings is that we things always fall short of their actual worth. We fall short of what we think we deserve. We stop relying on what He says we need by deciding “I have this but I need this and that”. When we start measuring we fall short of what everyone else has. I mean, we sit here, comparing apples to pumpkins. Since when did my neighbor's "pumpkin" become the standard by which I am blessed or not?
I am blessed beyond measure. I will take note of what God has given me and I will never stop thanking Him for it. But I’m throwing out the measurements. What I have (or do not have) goes beyond this world & my short life. What I have is more than I could grasp on my own. I can't begin to measure the goodness heaped on top of my undeserving self.