Blessings in the Slimy Things of Life

Over the past few weeks I’ve had this blog post brewing in my head. It’s that time of year again when we formally set aside a day to be thankful. I like it to be a weekend of thanksgiving. After all aren’t we supposed to live out of an attitude of gratitude? One day just isn’t enough!

Along with this, I was thinking about blessings. These are not reserved just for the Thanksgiving weekend, although sometimes we do find them hard to recognize. What am I speaking of?

Blessings, like people, come in many shapes and sizes. They also come at the most unexpected times or places.  There are times we find ourselves in situations that seem to be inconvenient, or we “accidentally” run into someone, forget something, etc.

Like the other day when the man who ran out of the store after me when I didn’t take the cash that I’d asked for at the self checkout . He was honest and kind enough to run out to me. Such a blessing he was! The thing is, I wouldn’t have experienced that blessing had the mushrooms in my fridge not gone bad. You get the point.

Have you ever been talking with someone, telling a story about such and such when all at once it dawns on you that maybe that situation was a huge blessing? You weren’t on the road when the blizzard hit, or things don’t come together to go to the school of your choice. Those are two blessings that when you think of them they make sense.

 

What about the things that are down right painful and hard? Can those be blessings too? I like to think they can. Those long sleepless nights worrying about your child. The pain filled days with no answers. So many tears for unfilled longings. Can these be blessings?

 

 

I’m changing my statement. I don’t like to think they can, I know they can. They can be blessings. They are slimy, messy, hard to work through, just as the pumpkin seeds inside a pumpkin. You think about them, they’re hard to grasp, they don’t chew well for digestion. You want to throw them out! You don’t want to deal with them.

I get it, I’ve been there, I’m still there in some ways. What’s different now is that I know I can face and embrace the slimy mess and still be okay. Not only that, but I know that my mess can bless others when I allow myself to be real with it.

Now go ahead. Go out and buy a pumpkin, cut it in half and really look at what’s inside. What it is is a bunch of pumpkin seeds whose nutrients are amazing. Take out those seeds, rinse them off, spread them on a pan, put some seasoning on them, or just plain Himalayan sea salt and roast them in the oven at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. They will become lovely and crunchy with a nice flavour for you to enjoy.

Do this in life with the slimy messes. Call them what you will, but one day you might call them blessings if you have a good look inside, embrace them, spread them all out, season them with some love, kindness, forgiveness, or whatever it is you know is needed, and sit with that for awhile.  In the end they too can be turned into flavourful blessings no matter their slimy beginnings.

May God bless you and yours this Thanksgiving weekend,

Connie

P.S. I’m here to talk to if you’re ready to reach out from your slimy mess. It’s okay, we all have them.

 

 

 

2 Comments

  1. Maria Martens on November 16, 2018 at 8:05 am

    Hi Connie,
    I have been wanting to respond to this piece, thank you so much! what an appropriate illustration of life:) so very true & powerful:) love you my beautiful friend!
    Maria Martens

    • Profile photo of Connie Unger Connie Unger on November 19, 2018 at 2:36 pm

      Hello dear Maria!

      Thank you so much for your response to this blog post. It means so much to hear from you. I try to submit content that can both inspire and encourage people to live life to the fullest. Embracing our most painful moments along our journey, and letting God work through them, can be detrimental to not only survival but thriving. May God bless your week my dear friend!
      Connie

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