Blessings Poured

Each of us has stood in the rain, be it literal or figurative.
And though "every cloud has a silver lining", I wonder
how many linings we've seen, lamenting over soggy socks.
As a friend reminded me, the sun is still shining
regardless of the clouds that mask his face.
So I admonish you to count the rhythms of the rain
as the pulses of the blessings poured
by the Son behind the silver-lined clouds.

My feet are drenched; my path is planned by the One Who ordained my every step.
My head is cold; I've got a mind capable of thinking deeply and stirring myriad emotions.
My fingers are throbbing; I have talents undeserved with great potential in these hands given me.
My lips are blue; I can taste amazing and countless flavors, I can speak, I can sing, I can exalt the name of my Lord.
My ears are stinging; what astounding sounds come dancing through, what encouragements I can hear!
My nose is running; a valiant Warrior grants me endurance to "run the race marked out for me".
My hair is dripping; an impassioned Father "knows the number of hairs on my head".

I am loved.
I am creative.
I am healthy.
I have a sense of humor.
God has an increasingly firm grip on my heart.
God has chosen me for salvation.
God has provided everything I need, physically.
I enjoy my job.
God continues to teach me, mold me, and strengthen me.
God has blessed me with musical ability.
I have a heart for prayer.
My family is well.
My sister is married.
My grandparents are still alive and are coming to spend Christmas with us.
We live in a beautiful state.
We have freedom.
We have homes and food.
I can see.
I can hear.
I can feel.
I can smell.
I can taste.
I can sense another's pain.
I can read.
I have read countless books that have made me who I am, all falling far behind the Word of God.
There is always Hope; His name is Jesus.

Php. 2:14-15, Heb. 13:5-6

What are you grateful for? Or has it been too long since you've thought about it?