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Blessings Book

  • Feb 20
  • 2 min read

Do you have a blessings book? I can’t even remember where I first heard of the idea, but it is a good one. It doesn’t have to be a fancy notebook. In fact, my first one was on regular paper, folded over. I didn’t necessarily add to it every day, but I tried to have a mindset of thankfulness at all times. Sometimes I would make several entries in one day. On days when I felt a bit discouraged, I could read over all the blessings and remember the great things God had done in my life. Sometimes they were big things, like when someone got saved or when we found the keys that had been missing. Sometimes it was something as little as getting a special treat. When I was about 17, we had a dear friend visit. She was like a grandma to us. She had just bought pop tarts to bring back to her grandson, who loved them. She asked if I liked them. I told her I didn’t know, because I had never tried one. She looked shocked and then insisted that I should take them because I “needed” them more than her little grandson! I can’t say I had been missing out on too much, but I still entered it in my blessings book. The blessing was not so much about the pop tart, but the love and care behind the gift. Our days are truly filled with many such little blessings…blessings we can overlook or forget, if we’re not careful. So I want to encourage you to start your own blessings book. I cannot say it better than the well-loved hymn: “Count your blessings. Name them one by one. And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done!” 

 
 
 

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