I wake up every morning giving thanks to the Creator. Sometimes, on my knees. Sometimes, with a simple raise of the hand. But, most times..I’m communing when I’m getting ready for the day.
I’m praying as I’m washing dishes, sweeping the floor, preparing meals, taking care of pets, etc. It’s a constant form of praise. A constant connection. No separation or distance between me and spirit.
As I think on the bills, the duties of the day, the needs and the wants, I’m asking to be blessed, guided, and confirmed.
I have no worries because I know that my needs are met. I know that God blesses me with creativity and an understanding to use what I have. If I’m out of bread..I make homemade biscuits. If I can’t find a specific pair of shoes, another pair that I’ve forgotten will turn up.
If I’m out of money, and have just a couple of cent in my pocket, and I wont have any until pay-day. I may wipe my brow..”Alright, I’m out of milk, bread, butter; ..I’ll make do tonight, but God I’m gonna need money tomorrow.” and of no surprise to me, I will have money.
It may come from some unexpected source..I check in the mail, a friend repays a loan, or $30. found in a coat pocket.
Even simpler, the other day, I was tired, feeling worn down, lonely and unacknowledged. I finished work, the house work, and had dinner on the stove. But, I forgot to water the flowers. I moaned and frowned. Then sluggishly went out the door. Going around the bush, and turning on the valve, I yanked to pull the water hose, and couldn’t. It was stuck. It’s 90 degrees, I’m hot, tired, and something is steadily flying in my face. It seemed like every time I moved it was there. Thinking it was a mosquito, I continuously fanned away from me. All, the while still tugging at the hose.
I let out a sigh of frustration, cause I knew that the hose had to be caught on a root or branch of the bush, which meant that I had a choice.. Keep pulling until I free it or get on my hands and knees and see what the problem is. Not in the mood to wrestle with the “Green beast”, I decided to do the latter. I dropped the nozzle and headed back. Still, fanning whatever was hovering around me..The sun glaring in my face, and sweat dripping from my forehead…I let out another sigh.
On my knees, I looked for the problem. I could see that the hose was caught between two branches, but there also appeared to be something to the left of it. Upon further inspection, I could see that it was a baby rabbit. “Wow..humph”. I rose to my knees, and right in front of me, was a butterfly. Just hovering, as if to say..”I was trying to tell you”. I smiled and delicately put the hose back, and decided to fill the watering can.
If I had kept tugging the hose, and forced it loose. I may have injured or even killed the rabbit. If the butterfly wasn’t fluttering in my face, it wouldn’t have distracted me, and I would have been fixed on the job at hand (which was watering the flowers) and so forth.
The thought of interconnection over-joyed me. I was indeed being acknowledged. I was being included in everything that was around me. The butterfly had so much confidence in “ME” and in herself that she knew that she could stop me from making a mistake. Even in my “funk” I was communing..I just hadn’t realized it. And, at this time, I was being included full center in the blessing of creation, as well as, being a blessing for something else.
We are always blessed. We are always granted of wishes and wants. The biggest miracle is that we possess our own personal genies, but these “Personal Genies” know what’s better for us, than we do. SO, what we may think we need and want, they don’t. Which is fine, because these “Personal Genies” know best.
There is always a testimony..but some of us don’t recognize a blessing.
- Bless Your Self (beliefnet.com)