Ok, so I was on a particular social network just a bit ago listening to this guy speak. LOVED what I heard! Seriously, what a great story teller this guy is. Anywho, he mistakenly saw a profile picture as a woman in a dress. The icons are really small, so it was hard to tell in all honesty. I thought it was a woman in a big skirt, also. The person who has that picture told him, “It’s Jesus, man.” The guy speaking looked closer, and he stated, “Oh, it is Jesus!” This one phrase made me decide to write this. Why? Because. Because how many times do we see something, or someone, and not realize that it really is Jesus, so to speak? A blessing.
I’m not talking about seeing some complete stereotype of what Jesus looks like. I’m talking about the “smaller” things or events that we see on a daily basis. I am talking about the sun. The breeze blowing across your skin. The delicious taste of that first cup of coffee or that tiny morsel of your favorite food. The wispy clouds floating past the moon on any given night. The person who may seem totally insignificant in your life until by some unexpected occurrence they aren’t.
We often take these things and people for granted for one reason or another. We live in a busy world where we feel the need to hurry and get as much as done in the fastest amount of time possible. Why? What is so important that we forget to notice the little things we have been graciously given? I am reading a book, and have been for a while because I have a hard time with comprehension sometimes, that has kicked me right in the rear. The last chapter I read has really done me in. It’s a good “done me in” thing, though. The whole thing is about being able to practice thanksgiving and just living in the “where you are now” time and place. I know that I had forgotten, or perhaps had never really know, how to do that. I do my best on a daily basis to pay closer attention, though. I fail a lot of the time. I am okay with that and know that it is up to me to make it better. I have to work harder at it. I’m not against hard work and think that I perform better when the work is harder.
I think seeing Jesus, or blessings, or the opportunity to give thanks in everything could scare some folks. Some folks are just so comfortable in living in the complaint department of life. I’ve visited that department myself. Complaining about not enough time to get this or that done when I’m just sitting around complaining about it. Complaining about the amount of my health insurance deductible when there are others who are absolutely unable to get health insurance. Complaining about my cluttered house when there are those who have no home to complain about. Ugh…yes, I do this. It’s gross. Vile, even. What would my life be like if I solely focused on just being thankful? I think it would allow me to be more giving. It would allow me to be more loving and kind. It would definitely allow for me to be more grateful and less judgmental. I am struggling to see the downside to this thanksgiving stuff.
Being able to hear a crying child can get irritating. Seeing laundry that needs to be folded and put away is frustrating. Having to put air in my tire because it went completely flat had me feeling dread. But the gifts and provision by only Jesus are there. I can hear! I can see! I have transportation! Who am I to complain about things I have been blessed with? What the heck?! It’s mind-boggling if you really think about it. Why do we complain so much? Why are we so focused on seeing a lady in a dress or big skirt when really it IS Jesus? What is it going to take to get us to slow down, breathe, focus on what we really do have? Hm?
I have gotten a lot better about being thankful, but I can hardly stand myself at other times when I have allowed my humanness to take over. It takes work, and I know that it is absolutely worth it to be grateful for every little thing. It lifts a burden. We are prisoners of ourselves, and we are freed from that when we practice thanksgiving. Don’t you want to be free? If so, what are you willing to sacrifice to make that freedom happen? Pride? Fear? Selfishness? Lay them down. Slow down, take a step back, and just breathe. Look for Jesus in the picture.