Think of the worst of us. Think of the worst about us. Think of those with self-loathing. Those with low self-awareness, the violent, and the violated, think of them. Where is the blessing?
Blessed are the depressed and anxious.
Think of the healthy. Think of the diseased. The misunderstood, the ones who live miles apart from connection, who ever push like a dingy from the peer into waves and self-destruction, think of them.
Blessed are the poor and lonely.
Where is the blessing when your real estate is brought low by the creeping up of low-life. Where is the blessing when you get cancer just when you might retire, when your own body calls you stupid, when you lose your eyes after training as a surgeon?
Blessed are those whose bodies are dying.
Think of every corner, every shadow and open space and the turns you still don’t know about inside of your life. Think of the unacceptable, the character you wrestle against to moderate away from extreme. The rope you swing on and try to bring to rest, think of the grey you think you will never achieve. This bit and chapter, this part of your construction, this surprise in how you deliver is Loved.
There is no aberration from the norm that can separate you from that Love. There is no addiction or misdemeanor or illness or mutated cell that can lose blessing.
This is fact. Our life is to live with it.
Blessed am I. Blessed am, “Me.”
Question: Where is the blessing in what you like least about yourself? Please tell us your story. We need to hear you! Keep on.
Self-Care Tip: Be your own friend in adversity as in prosperity. Know you are blessed.