Sometimes, we narrowly define “blessing.” We equate it with the meal on our breakfast table, the type of car we use to get to church, or the people we share that ride with. But, the more life I experience, the more I see blessings in a different light.
For me, a blessing is finding tranquility amidst chaos. It’s being an unyielding beacon of hope. It’s the certainty that no matter what happens, I know where my eternity lies. It’s recognizing Christ and cherishing the liberation He has procured for me.
Even the simple freedom to attend church on Sunday mornings, without fear of violent disruption, is a significant blessing. This morning, my prayers go out to every persecuted Christian around the globe. Yet, I don’t pray in utter despair because I’m firmly anchored to the hope we have in Him.
I’m confident in God’s promise—that He will cause all things to work together for our good. Despite this assurance, I don’t overlook the pain you might be going through to keep the name of Jesus alive. I pray that the Holy Spirit brings you comfort and fortitude. In Jesus’ Name, Amen!
Wells of Wonder 