We just got home from a summer family vacation to the Oregon Coast. Days filled with relaxation, laughter, family, worship, and adventure. Trips to the ocean and the endless expanse of water and sand. My baby’s first trip to the ocean, the first time to feel the cold Pacific wash over his feet; to feel the sand grainy under foot.
I was looking at the photos from the trip this morning and I came to this one and my first thought was: blessings.
I thought of all the blessing in my life. How many? So many. Too many to count. But isn’t that what I am supposed to do. Cout my blessing; name them one by one.
I thought of sand. How many grains of sand are in just this frame? Millions and millions and then more.
Just like the blessings in my life, every day; millions and millions and then more. In just one day; just one frame of life.
And lots of times I walk over them. Walk on top of them. Not even notice them. Have shoes on and not feel them. Not take the time to stop and feel and look at them.
The blessings that stick to my skin like sand if I take off my shoes and walk; and stop and feel them slide between my toes. Grainy reminders stuck on my skin, blessings, each and every one of them.
Blessings that are millions and millions and then more; every day – from God just for me.
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God hath done!
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.
-Johnson Oatman Jr.
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