I am thankful today that I am wired to see the positive, to find the blessing, to find the good in what others can only see as empty and bad.
Do you know that kind of person? They seem only able to see the negative, what’s missing and wrong. They’re the kind of people who always seem to be looking at the underneath side of things. I often wonder if they would know a blessing if it walke up and kissed them on the face. (At this point, all I can think of is Lucy of Peanuts: Eww, dog germs.)
Sigh. People like that drain me. Is that too honest? I think part of the reason that they do is that when I get around these Negative Neds and Nancys I fee responsible for trying to help them see the positive. I spend my time like some kind of NFL cheerleader on a mega dose of caffiene. It’s exhausting….and most often futile.
My life is F.U.L.L. of blessings. That awareness helped me when I was in jail. Even there I was able to see positive things. Granted, some days I had to look even harder, but I could always find something. The good thing is that I don’t need a whole lot. I’m very content with the mercy drops that fall around me, I don’t need the Showers of Blessing.
I guess that’s why Paul’s message to the Philippians has always resonated with me: Not that I was ever in need, for I have learned how to be content with whatever I have. (Phil. 4:11) This truth became real and foundational when I began to grasp more fully, and allowed the truth to get ahold of me, that “The Lord is my Shepherd, I have everything that I need.” Don’t have it? Don’t need it.
I count myself blessed. I am content in the blessings.
Pot of Manna 