I didn’t get my blessings posted yesterday. Does anyone else thing that time just flies even more fast this time of year?
The traffic is heavier.
The crowds are thicker.
The mood is quickened.
The faces are tighter.
The money goes faster.
Does anyone else see any room for blessings here? The answer is a resounding yes! These are the times when we especially should be counting them.
Instead of being depressed because we don’t have the money to buy our loved ones what we ‘think’ they need or want…we should be joyous that we have them with us during this time. The only thing they really ‘need’ is to know that we love them. And throwing money at them doesn’t accomplish that. Our presence — not presents — does that.
Instead of being grouchy because everyone is in a foul mood, we should be excited to be that one person who can make a difference. Show your light from the inside and give it to everyone you meet…scrooges and all.
I had a table this week at the restaurant, who obviously was out to run up a large tab and then complain about the whole meal. They worked my manager for the entire tab and were determined to make me an unhappy camper. I would not submit! I gave them extremely pleasant service with a warm smile that reached all the way to my eyes and heart. I would not give them the control to change my demeanor. I knew God was blessing me that night with these people…I just didn’t know how.
Not until later…until after they left. I felt extreme pity for them and their attitudes to begin with, but them was humbled by all the other guests I had.
First and foremost, I blessed by my sweet husband and son coming in to sit in my section…with my son yelling ‘Mommmmeeeee I love you’ every time I walked by (and these grouchy guests got to see this as well). I bet it gave these guests a taste of what I was working hard for…to feed my child. So after they got their 90 dollar meal for free…they gave me 10 dollars as a tip. Woo Hoo big spenders…but they may have stiffed me if my precious son wasn’t there to give them a sense of humanity.
Secondly, after being triple sat three times in the night … every other table was so gracious and warm. They all knew how busy it was for the whole restaurant, let alone me having to care for up to 20 people all at once by myself. I got so many kind words of encouragement and sweet praises. These people truly were my blessings.
It’s as if God showed me — even though there are unfortunate people in this world, they’re still my children. Treat them all with love, as I would and I will bless you with the rest, who are kind and loving.
My husband, seeing how horrible this other table was, asked me, “Don’t you just hate having people like that sit in your station?”
My answer, “No, I’m so blessed with the rest that it doesn’t even phase me.”
God’s love is everywhere.