I think it’s been about three weeks since I heard Laresa’s great lesson on the tender mercies of the Lord, and I’ve been thinking about it off and on ever since. Although I’ve faithfully kept a gratitude journal for the past dozen years or so, I’m wondering if I should start a tender mercies one too. Mercies and blessings are kind of the same thing…and kind of not. I’m grateful for the sun, the moon, the stars, my trusty car, Emma’s cute zaniness, and having been born of goodly parents (for starters). I’m grateful also for tender mercies like a hug when I need one, a song that touches my heart and soul, and sudden insight into a vexing problem.
Does it really matter if they’re (blessings and mercies) the same, different, or overlapping? No. What matters is that I (we) be ever mindful of the beneficence of a loving Heavenly Father and that we thank Him for it. Often we go about our daily lives failing to see the divine in the ordinary or the hand of God in a so-called coincidence.
My most recent HUGE blessing is the birth of my grandson Colton. It was through the tender mercies of the Lord that his mother sailed through his birth without undue stress or complication. Before and since Colton’s arrival, I’ve experienced a multitude of other blessings and mercies including:
· Dining with Mike and Lisa the moment Colton was born and being able to share the news with them
· Cell phones
· Cars, especially a certain trustworthy one that’s already taken me to Savannah twice since Colton’s birth
· A great job that allows me the flexibility of leave days to visit the new baby
· iPods. While driving, I’ve been listening to books and music, mainly the latter
· A warm, comfortable home
· Rich and Amanda
· Green, turquoise, and hot pink
· Teachings of the church that keep me on the straight and narrow…most of the time
· Living in America. For all of its challenges, it’s still the best country on Earth to live .
· Flowers, especially pansies. They remind me that even something pretty and seemingly delicate can be tough enough to survive even the coldest of winters.
· Words. Learned a new one today: spume. Maybe I’ll see some the next time I go to the beach.
· Lib’s beauty and poise
· Paul’s work ethic and blue eyes
· Carrie’s strength
· Spending Friday and most of Saturday with my sister on a road trip to Rincon
· Memories of Braden, Brooke, and Emma dancing with wild, uninhibited abandon
I’m trying to see and appreciate my many blessings and tender mercies. I’ve even learned that sometimes when our hearts are broken and things are going entirely the wrong way, it can be a blessing in disguise. More on this later.