“The whole world is a series of miracles, but we’re so used to them we call them ordinary things.”
Hans Christian Andersen
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how easy it is to count our trials instead of our blessings. Rather than dwelling on what is “true, honorable, right, pure, lovely, excellent, and praiseworthy,” (Philippians 4:8) we focus in on everything that is exactly not those things. Rather than looking at the lilies of the field and the birds of the air and seeing God’s providence for them and so trusting in His providence for us (Matthew 6:26-30), we look at the ways we feel that God is giving us the short end of the stick.
May I never grow calloused to God’s simple blessings. Reminders of His kindness. Miracles found in the most mundane of places. Ordinary joys.
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