Aunt and uncle just celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. Aunt couldn’t believe so many came to help celebrate. “I can,” I said. Because they’ve been a stable factor in so many lives. So many lives. Has all been good? Definitely not. But all’s been and all continues to be. Stable. Through-the-years-stable. Within-our-control stable.
But a friend’s husband just ended his life. She’ll never celebrate her 50th wedding anniversary. She’s trying to find the balance to carry on. To bring and keep stability in her kids’ lives. To be stable in the midst of chaos and loss. To find a new through-the-years-stable. A within-her-control stable.
And she’s left with numerous questions. Did the way I loved him count? Did I count? Did our years and all the contents inside count?
If we can’t continue to count the years, what can we count?
What can we count when we feel like a waste of breath?
We can count our blessings.
We can count what’s stable in our lives.
Like life. Like the air we breathe in. While we have breath. Breathe it in. Breathe it out.
Like God, who is stable, able, capable–the one who will be there when we have breath and when we don’t.
Like love, love that comes our way. Like the love we can deliver. Maybe not from the one we want or to the one we want. But love comes and goes. We’re receivers, and we’re deliverers.
Like smiles. We can give and take those. And don’t discount the frowns. When a smile has drowned, we can embrace the opportunity to ask, “What’s wrong? How may I help?”
Like rest. A place to sit. We’ll never run out of those. Even the ground bursts forth with life.
Like railings. A place to lean. With another. The railings are beautiful–family, friends, God, faith, arms, shoulders.
Like goodness. It’s always there, even in the badness. Will we look for it? Will we find it? Will we focus our lens on it? Will we be the good?
Like growth. Are we different today than yesterday?
If we live our lives counting our blessings, what’s stable in our lives, dependable factors, maybe we’ll find that we are celebrating daily.
When we can’t count the years, we can make our years count.
And we’ll find we are counting the years, our years.
And maybe we’ll have become a reason to celebrate. Because when we count our blessings, we become a blessing.
Is there any wonder?
“I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessing.”–Ezekiel 34:26
What blessings can you count?