Small Blessings


It’s true that you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.

Floor space, for example, is something we easily take for granted—until there is no floor space to be had and you have to strap on your hiking boots just to clamber your way to your closet.

Beds. Comfortable sleeping arrangements. That big, fluffy (or hard and springy) mattress that we collapse into at the end of the day is a blessing we overlook sometimes. Even the advantage of sleeping in a bed, as opposed to on the floor or perched precariously on a top bunk, seems suddenly more valuable the moment we don’t have it anymore.

Silence is something very easy for the average introvert to miss once it’s gone, but the extrovert won’t notice it’s missing until the crowd is gone and silence is back again. Silence is a beautiful, beautiful thing, and when it’s gone, the chaos that takes its place is often more exhausting than it is helpful.

These are three often overlooked elements of life that I am very, very thankful for right now. I intend to notice them and thank God for them a little more than I have been recently. The small blessings, it turns out, are often the more important ones. 


2 responses »

  1. The Dadster Ripostes:

    “Don’t it always seem to go
    That you don’t know what you’ve got
    ‘Til it’s gone
    They paved paradise
    And put up a parking lot”

    Ah, those weird and wonderful 60s and 70s! 🙂

    You are, of course, spot on, little Scion of the Undisclosed Family clan.

    That is the same point Ezekiel made as he showed the glory of God slowly, steadily departing from the temple. God always knows exactly what is happening. We, not so much.

    Silence is golden to those who value it, a curse to those who live for tumult.

    Night-time is a blessing to those who love the dark, somber tones of the starlit sky. To those who love the day, it is a vexation.

    The small blessings are indeed the important ones. For he who is faithful in little will be faithful also in much. Or, as the Lord reminds us through the prophet Zechariah, “For who hath despised the day of small things? for they shall rejoice, . . . ”


    The Dadster

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