“No doubt about it! God is good— good to good people, good to the good-hearted. But I nearly missed it, missed seeing his goodness. I was looking the other way. . . .”
Psalm 73:1-3, The Message
Today, as I began fretting over the house again, I had a beatitudes moment (realizing that something that seems like a burden is actually a blessing, like in Matthew 5, “blessed are those who mourn“).
Being in the middle of the house buying process is a gift — not a curse. (A year ago I never would have even thought it possible to buy a house today.) And if I don’t tell myself this truth at every turn, I will deceive myself and become a victim.
Okay, so I read this and decided I would hold back on a response.
But then this morning…
My younger daughter cried her eyes out because she had a swim lesson… and she tugged at her suit and hung her head and dragged her feet. I was getting really annoyed.
We went to the car. This same daughter had left her car door open overnight. Yup. Dead battery. This, when our timing was already out the window.
When we finally packed ourselves into our other car and I rumbled down the hill to the red light, this came to me… “a blessing not a burden.”
No daughter? No swim fuss. No car? No dead battery. Thank you, Lord for a daughter and a car and your Spirit which brings to mind such wisdom as this…
a blessing, not a burden.