I was desperate for a blessing the other day, the lady at the store told me that she didn’t carry blessings. Seems they weren’t easy to come by and priceless when you finally found them. She sent me down the street to the store of hard knocks. And told me to talk to the ole man behind the counter, the one with the tattoo. When I walked in he greeted me as if he’d known me since I was a kid. I told him what I was looking for, a few hundred blessings or so. He didn’t laugh or even turn away, rather his eyes grew about as big as the sun and warmed up my insides like I was sitting next to a fireplace. He listened as if I made sense and as if he might just have what I was looking for…
So I told him the whole story. I needed a blessing for my health and one for my kids I needed one for my future and one for my job and I needed a couple for my dreams that were on the brink of dying. As I spewed my life story he walked around the counter and placed his hand on my shoulder I pleaded. I’d do whatever it took. I was a hard worker. I understood flow. I could be better. I’d say more mantra’s, I’d even pray.
He shook his head and told me that I was all wrong about blessings.”The reason you can’t buy em, Ms. is they come disguised as cancer, divorce, unemployment, a broken arm, a breakup, foreclosures, teenager rebellion...”
“No, you don’t understand, that’s why I’m here. I’ve had all those things, they aren’t blessings. Trust me. I know.” I said. “I want the good stuff, the stuff dreams are made of…”
“Young lady. Your hearing off? You all wrong about blessings. You and the rest of them been deceived. Blessings, they come all dressed up in stuff you never want, but without you never find em.” He said. “And until you find the blessings you already got, I can’t help you get more…not, not until you know the one’s you already got…”
Is That A Blessing In Disguise? Faith
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