Even as intense mid-summer heat and barometric pressure wreak havoc with my sinuses and my head throbs -- today, I count my blessings.
I saw a doctor after waiting and worrying for a month about a potentially serious health threat. I asked a friend to say a prayer for me and she kindly agreed. By mid-afternoon, we were praising God and His mercy. All my worries had been unnecessary! It was suddenly a lovely day and I was thankful for all my many blessings! An incident like this always reminds me of a Robert Browning poem called Pippa's Song:
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven --
All's right with the world!
As a child growing up, I often heard my mother quote the last two lines of this poem. After a while, I understood that, when she said these words, something good had happened or soon would.
It's so easy to be thankful and in good spirits when things go our way. Sometimes we feel we are in God's favor. But what if things had not gone so well for me at the doctor's office? Suppose the news had been bad. Would I still be grateful? Or would I be murmuring and complaining and questioning God's reasons?