Blessings

 

Today’s (completely) optional prompt: Blessings

There are lots of blessings in my life.  I was blessed with two parents who fed and clothed me and never let me get too big for my britches.  I was blessed with a brother, who probably owes me at least a punch or two, who has never collected.  I've been blessed with a great husband, a wonderful child, two cats, a puppy who is probably going to be bigger than me, a job and a roof over our heads.  I have no reason to be discontent with my lot in life. 

Yet occasionally, I wonder.

What if all the adverse events and occurrences in my life were the blessings?  We always associate a blessing with a positive outcome, but what if that's not always the case? What if my miscarriage was a gift?  What if my husband's cancer was actually supposed to be a treasure, cherished beyond measure?   I know there are some people would lose their minds if they knew that I think about things like this, but who am I to say that I know the mind of God?  Or even if that mind is a benevolent one?  Humans have all these ideas and intents and purposes that they ascribe to God's will or his "divine" plan, but really, we know nothing about it.  We truly do not. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.


So what if a person takes the most horrible, tragic thing that ever happened to them, and looks at that event as a gift instead of misfortune?  It might not make the event less horrific, but maybe it also would reset that trauma, add a different shading to the picture that person carries in their mind.  By changing the perspective a little, maybe it will help a person move forward, instead of staying stuck.


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A Song Of Thanksgiving

Mamakat's Prompt: Write a poem about something you're thankful for this Thanksgiving. Okay. I'll give it a shot. Nobody said that it has to be a good poem!

I am blessed, and rightly thankful, for the many treasures in my life.
I gather my blessings close to my heart, like little candles, to light my way in the darkness.

The smell of coffee drifting up the stairs, a siren's song
A cat sitting on my pillow, demanding breakfast
The joyful sounds of my son, playing a knight, or a hero
My husband's voice.

A cloud in the shape of an angel's wing high in the morning sky
The surprise of a favorite song playing on the radio
Watching my brother's children grow tall and wise
Sunday dinners with the family.

A cat curled on top of the printer while I type
An ocean full of stars in the night sky
The smile of a sleepy child after a long day
"I love you, Mama".

And waking up to this day, snuggled together, my husband, my son, and I
My heart overflows.