Blessed to be a Blessing…

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Good day friends! I pray your week and weekend went well!

Have you ever questioned your life? Why you were born? Why certain things were happening to you? …Well, as a child, I used to ask myself that question all the time: why was I even born?

It wasn’t until I got older that I learned of the answer.

Let’s top up our coffees and I will share…

Blessed to be a Blessing

Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails. Proverbs 19:21
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28
In him we were also chosen, having been predestined according to the plan of him who works out everything in conformity with the purpose of his will... Ephesians 1:11
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Please note: Due to the age of the photo, there is discolouring under our eyes. Please disregard.

 

I remember wondering as a child, “Why I was born?” I was told, I’m sure with love and humour, that I was an ‘accident’, which made me think that my family was just putting up with me because they had to. I am the baby in a family of five children. The sibling next to me is five years older than me. There were eighteen years between my sister, the eldest, and myself. My parents were older and tired by the time I came around. And when I got to school age, there was no assistance with homework,  nor cheers in the bleachers on my behalf, when I played team sports. There was nothing special in me, and my life was the average middle class life. Oh poor me! Why was I born? (Please note the sarcasm.)

 

It wasn’t until I began to enter adulthood and I looked back on my family and their love for me, and I watched and I reflected… I saw the relationship of my parents, and I thought on that. I saw my Dad’s lack of faith, and my Mom’s faithfulness to go to worship on Sundays and give her meager $5 in offering, which was what my dad would allow, and I thought on that. I saw the love and the grief of my Mom, in particular, towards my brother who had been killed in a car accident when I was three years of age, and I thought and thought and thought on that.
I remember, as such a wee one, the day the policeman came to the door to tell us that my brother Billy had been in an accident and that he died at the scene. He was 21 years old. Of course, being so little, nothing really registered in me. However, as I got older, and prepared to have a family of my own, I reflected on the realization of the extent of pain that the death of my brother would have had on my parents, in particular, my Mom. I cannot fathom such pain, and it brings tears to my eyes the thought of such pain. …And then it hit me: My purpose! …It was not for me and how I would be blessed, nor what I would accomplish. My purpose was to be my Mom’s purpose for waking up in the morning, for not being able to let herself fall into the bottomless depths of pain and grief and sorrow. My ‘being’, became God’s help to my Mom in order for her to get through the pain of her eldest son’s death.

Upon this realization, everything I had ever questioned began to make sense. I may have been an accident to my parents, but not to God. He knew exactly what he was doing! It was not my faith or my conscious acts that blessed my Mom. God blessed my Mom by giving her ‘me’, and I was just to have breath and live. I did not come to be blessed but God desired me to be a blessing to her.
It was then that God’s words truly sprang to life for me in Psalm 139:13, “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” and the beginning of Jeremiah 29:11,‘ “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord…’ There was nothing I, nor anyone, planned that permitted these events to occur and allow my Mom to survive such tragedy, only what God purposed. He worked everything, in accordance to his desire, to care for my Mom and my family. Even in death, he has guided us all to Christ – my brother Billy came to faith just a year or so before his death, and my Dad came to faith, many years later, just two years before he passed away, and all of us in between have been brought up in the faith. May God guide us in his truth, and to raise our children and grandchildren in his saving grace.
In the same, whatever questions you may have about your existence: why you were born into your particular family, situation, etc…, just know that it wasn’t an accident, no matter how wonderful nor how dysfunctional it may be. God created you to be whom you are to be a blessing to those around you. He will give you the physical, emotional, psychological strength to overcome, if you let him. You may not know what your purpose is, and each day may be a struggle, but trust God to guide you through it, and be strong in the Lord. One day, may he open your eyes to see your purpose. To show the blessing you were to those in your life, and may you see the blessings that he undoubtedly will bestow upon you as you trust in him.
Prayer: Dear Lord, thank-you for guiding my life in order to be a blessing to others and for caring for me, even when I can’t see it. Help me to trust you in all things and to know that I am exactly where you need me to be and to be your light and seek your strength always. For I “know that in all things [you] work[s] for the good of those who love [you], who have been called according to [your] purpose.” (Romans 8:28) In Jesus’ name I pray. AMEN!
Reflection:
1 If you are questioning why the things in your life are happening, cling even more so to the Lord, trusting him to know. May you be strengthened as you seek his strength, courage and peace in the midst of the unknown and chaos. Consider not how you are being denied blessings during all of this, but, instead, how you can be a blessing to others and the light of Christ to them.
2 If you know someone going through such questioning times, let them know they are not alone, and share with them the blessing they are to your’s and others’ lives, and, again, not to focus on being blessed but on seeing themselves as the blessing to others.

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