If more people saw the beauty in life, perhaps they would live differently. There is so much trouble and hardship in this life, it is easy to lose sight of the goodness God brings to our lives. Anger, fear, and hurt cloud our vision and we do not see the beauty and goodness in our lives, sure signs of the goodness of our God.
I look up at the sky and see a clear blue patch. Clouds have billowed up and covered much of the blue with gray. Soon big, fat drops of rain splatter on to my windshield as I drive to work. In that moment I experience three good things: 1) a car to take me to, 2), my job which provides for my needs. 3) It is raining, which is a great blessing in the dry dusty heat of Oklahoma Summer.
I step out of the rain into the cool dimness of the stairwell. Two flights down takes me to the basement. I follow the chipped linoleum of the hallway around until I come to a thick wooden door. Punching in the code, I shove the door open to reveal a tall counter, three desk areas, and a handful of dingy office chairs all bathed in fluorescent light. As I walk in to put my purse in my locker and my lunch in the break-room fridge, one of the pharmacists tells me, "good morning." Automatically I respond, "good morning."
I do not ponder the phrase, "good morning." I am too busy punching in my number on the time clock.
"Good morning."
Yes, it is a good morning, if only because I am alive and at work on time. It is a good morning, because I have a car that runs, coworkers who are friendly enough to wish me "good morning", and a God who is reigning and who gives good things to His children.
Another fact that I should wake each morning with full reminder of is that I am God's child. What if we Christians lived with that knowledge at the forefront of our minds? Suddenly the red light that kept me at the intersection longer than I'd like has no bearing on my life. Suddenly that issue I need to talk to my coworker about is not so intimidating. Suddenly that nearly-emptied bank account does not matter. I am God's child; He cares for my needs and He gives me good things.
I look up at the sky and see a clear blue patch. Clouds have billowed up and covered much of the blue with gray. Soon big, fat drops of rain splatter on to my windshield as I drive to work. In that moment I experience three good things: 1) a car to take me to, 2), my job which provides for my needs. 3) It is raining, which is a great blessing in the dry dusty heat of Oklahoma Summer.
I step out of the rain into the cool dimness of the stairwell. Two flights down takes me to the basement. I follow the chipped linoleum of the hallway around until I come to a thick wooden door. Punching in the code, I shove the door open to reveal a tall counter, three desk areas, and a handful of dingy office chairs all bathed in fluorescent light. As I walk in to put my purse in my locker and my lunch in the break-room fridge, one of the pharmacists tells me, "good morning." Automatically I respond, "good morning."
I do not ponder the phrase, "good morning." I am too busy punching in my number on the time clock.
"Good morning."
Yes, it is a good morning, if only because I am alive and at work on time. It is a good morning, because I have a car that runs, coworkers who are friendly enough to wish me "good morning", and a God who is reigning and who gives good things to His children.
Another fact that I should wake each morning with full reminder of is that I am God's child. What if we Christians lived with that knowledge at the forefront of our minds? Suddenly the red light that kept me at the intersection longer than I'd like has no bearing on my life. Suddenly that issue I need to talk to my coworker about is not so intimidating. Suddenly that nearly-emptied bank account does not matter. I am God's child; He cares for my needs and He gives me good things.
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