From Sunday’s prayer of confession:
…we have coveted blessings you wisely and righteously gave to others.
I recall a friend handing out M&Ms to her children and mine.
All six of them stood around their little hands cupped and lifted as she dumped a few into each one from a big bag. As soon as they landed in her son’s palms he counted them and looked furiously at the others’ estimating they had more. He began whining about how unfair and without missing a beat his mother took them all away and said, next time don’t count. He didn’t, but I saw him stealing glances.
Margie needs to stop counting.
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O come on, Margie. Where's you concern for justice?
I've been ruminating on this all week. I remember that old hymn, Count your blessings name them one by one, count your blessings see what God has done.
I've been counting for everyone else.
How long do you think God is going to keep my M&M's before He lets me try again?
Cassandra
So glad God is gracious to me as I count. I remember feeling very inferior as I kept comparing my gifts to my friends' -- to M.L. who was refinishing her old house and furniture into a lovely home, to M. who had children and neighbors in almost every day, to T. who organized prayer and hospitality for missionaries, to L. who read a lot and kept her brain up. Why couldn't I do these things? Then I realized M.L. wasn't home schooling her children, M. had helpers, T. had no children, and T. and L.'s housekeeping skills would drive my husband crazy. God had gifted me for my service, not for theirs. It was a wonderful relief!
I remember that! She took them away from ALL of us, not just the whiner!!!
Marsena, I didn't remember that part! See how the memory of things is incomplete? No matter how we try..
Plan on me bringing M&Ms the next time I visit!
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