Why isn’t God blessing me?
I woke up early this morning again, 03:15 I think. I had slept propped up on the living room couch to help drain my sinuses and so not to disturb my wife with my tossing and coughing. It was a comfortable rest, with a roof over my head and warmth and silence. For these I was thankful.
I was thankful too that all my limbs were working. I stood to my feet thankful to the Lord that I can. Just a few steps away was a warm and clean shower and I was grateful for that. Others are not so blessed. Others sleep on pavement in cold alley nooks, in trash bins, under bridges, or on floors by ATMs. Others awoke to shift to a wheelchair or a walker by the bed. Some woke to life support machines with oxygen masks and IV lines.
Just a few steps more to a well-stocked fridge, cupboards not bare and fresh brewed coffee. A good breakfast and I thanked the Lord for them all. For tastebuds and digestive system, fullness and warmth. Fresh clothing, and nourishment from God’s Word, the privilege of prayer and the purpose for living. For these all I was grateful.
Outdoors to walk nature trails, a friend in a coffee shop, and sunsets and deer, and house pets, and laughing children. Above all a wife who loves and gives, a heritage of godly parents, a family of God. For all these I see I am most blessed.
The Blessing of Unanswered Prayers
Unknown Confederate soldier
I asked for strength that I might achieve;
I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
I asked for riches that I might be happy;
I was given poverty that I might be wise.
I asked for power that I might have the praise of men;
I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life;
I was given life that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I had asked for,
but everything that I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself my unspoken prayers were answered;
I am, among all men, most richly blessed.*
Dare I pray for anything more, then use that request as a gauge of God’s goodness? God owes me nothing. All I am and have comes from Him. If I ask “Why isn’t God blessing me?” I am asking amiss. I am asking out of greed, tempting God. I will have forgotten how to be grateful.
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