Last week when I was asking God what this blog should be about I kept hearing "Your life is a testimony.” I'm thinking “Yes I know I have a lot to say and many testimonies, but how can I put them all in this blog.” How would I even do that? Would I list them chronologically? Or rate the events of my life from most trying to least? How does one even compare or rate testimonies? Would it be a list at all; I was lost. Days passed and I wasn't getting any clarity, until I heard a devotional read by one of my aunts on our family chat.
So my family gets together daily and besides laughing and sharing our daily life with each other we also pray, have devotion and sometimes out and out church. Lol. No really…..actual 2 and 3, God's in the midst…. Church. Singing, scripture and my wiser aunts offering wisdom like only church mothers can.
This particular morning devotion was titled "Over looked blessings.” It started basically by asking if we ever stop to think about how blessed we really are. She read about the blessing that people don't always acknowledge like having clothes and the activity of our limbs. During the devotion statistics were given; if you have money in your wallet you are considered to be in the top 8% of wealthy people, If you've never starved, I mean really starved, or have been to jail you're doing better than 500 million people and being able to read, something most consider a simple skill, places you at more of an advantage than 2 billion people in this world.
Now those statistics may be old, slightly elevated for the purpose of conveying their point or out and out made up, but what I got from that is exactly what God told me days ago... "My whole life is a testimony.” Waking up from day to day is a blessing, because somewhere someone else didn't. Walking, running and even typing this blog is a massive blessing, because someone somewhere is paralyzed from the neck down. I thank God for my blessings day to day, for life health and strength. Yes God saved my oldest when her umbilical cord wrapped tight around her neck threatening to take her very life. And he was there and protected me in high school one of the many times I decided to run away from home and walk in the dark of the night to Queens. I thank God for that, but I also thank God for EVERYTHING ELSE.
There is absolutely no way to rate blessings, so I won’t be rating my testimonies, I will simply give them to you as God directs me to; and I hope my story can add blessings to your life as your support has already added to mine.
Danelle
