As the global pandemic rages on, I have found myself struggling to be content, and not grumbling. As such I determined to cultivate a new habit - practicing gratitude. The personal poem I'm sharing in this post, was birthed from that place, and I hope it inspires you to count your own blessings. It serves no purpose if we waste this time whining and wishing for it "to be over". The truth is we can be grateful right where we are.
Here goes the poem:
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Counting the joys of my blessed state:
A home rich in love and warmth
An oasis for weary souls
A station to recharge
And to map out a way to the God-dreams.
Counting the joys of my blessed state:
A lover to-Â
Dance through life with
Wrestle troubles withÂ
Sing glorious victory songs with
As we live out dreams from just yesterday.
Counting the joys of my blessed state:Â
The fruits of my vine
With insatiable appetites for a joyous life,
And ecstatic shrieks from their playful days
That keep me reminded - that they are delicate flowers I am called to nurture
Counting the joys of my blessed state:Â
A temple that does my bidding
A heart fighting daily for contentment
A soul nestled in the peaceful arms of its’ Savior. And a spirit yearning always, for more of Yahweh.Â
Counting the joys of my blessed state:
Meaningful work,Â
Ignited passions that ignite others
A purposeful mission to propel othersÂ
Into hope, health and meaning.Â
Counting the joys of my blessed state:
A sharp mind
That’s tirelessly problem solving,
And endlessly marinating new ideas
With the potential to shatter the status-quo.
Counting the joys of my blessed state:
The treasured ministry of the Trinity.
The Joy of childlikeness with Abba
A blossoming friendship with Yeshua
And incomparable comfort via the Spirit’s breath.
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Blessings to you and yours as you count the joys of YOUR blessed state!
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