I think there is an emotional/psychological condition called “survivor’s guilt”. If my memory serves me well it is the feeling someone has when they survive a situation, say a car crash, that killed everyone else and they feel guilty about it.
With that in mind I sometimes suffer from ‘blessing guilt”. It is a mental attitude that looks around and sees so many people going through hard times and I am still in calm waters. This morning I caught myself wondering if I would be so willing to praise God if I still lived in California, was recovering from a painful surgery, had complications from that surgery, was behind on my rent and living next door to someone who liked heaven metal. Would I be filled with praise?
Isn’t it amazing the things we can find to worry about? God blesses us and we wonder, “What if…?” I imagine we are a real trial for His patience. I am quite capable of finding the wrinkles in my freshly ironed underwear. This must be an exercise in imagination because I have never seen ironed underwear, but I imagine I could find the flaws. Two things about this: Why would anyone iron underwear and what difference would it make if they exposed a wrinkle?
So I am resolved to not play the “What if…” game. I am blessed. I need to accept that and give God the glory. If He chooses to bless me out of my sox then who am I to question that decision? When God gives you chocolate chip cookies don’t complain because he used pecans instead of walnuts.
homo unius libri
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