Meaning of Blessed
“It’s been a chance for God to really show my family what it means to be blessed.”
A friend recently posted the above quote on Facebook. I saw it the day after she brought her 3-year-old daughter home from the hospital. The little girl spent a few days there because of diabetic complications. Until her blood sugar spiked at 600, the family didn’t know that she even had diabetes. The parents say they know this diagnosis will mean a lot of changes and adjustments in their lives, but that they can see God working through the situation.
My friend’s comment on how God is showing them what it really means to be blessed really got to me. I think God has used this to show a lot of people what it means to be blessed. I know He is showing me.
Money is tight for my family. My husband and I have been so stressed that we’ve been arguing a lot lately. The boys are fighting a lot. My 3-year-old is having trouble with potty training, which adds to the stress. My computer died, which makes blogging extremely difficult. Sometimes I wonder if God really cares.
Then I think about my friends. One has a daughter just diagnosed with a life-changing illness, but is focusing on the good things God is doing in her life. Another had two children involved in a horrible accident at the beginning of November. Rather than focusing on her anger over the death of her 4-year-old son, she is focused on the blessings of her 10-year-old daughter’s rapid recovery.
These two women have reasons to be angry with God, to feel like He has turned away from them. Shoot, even a friend who is facing a divorce after nearly 15 years of marriage is more at peace with God than I have been lately.
So just what is my problem? God has filled my life with more blessings than I can count. Maybe if I could find a way to focus on those rather than on what I don’t have I would be in a much better place.

That changed when I read Red Ink, a novel by award-winning author Kathi Macias.
But somewhere along the line I had to ask myself, Is that all there is? Can I move beyond my own little corner of the world in my writing, even if I can’t actually do so physically? With the Internet at my fingertips, I decided I could.
The night in history that fascinates me more than any other is the night when Jesus was born. While the Bible tells us certain things–that the birth happened in Bethlehem, in a stable, that three kings from the east followed a star to that stable and that the birth was announced to shepherds by a group of angels–but there is so much we don’t know. There are so many places where we can use our imaginations to fill in the blanks. Cheryl G. Malandrinos gives her take on what might have happened that night in her book Little Shepherd.