I pride myself in originality. Which is why I’m apologizing up front for the hackneyed title. But, hey, old saws are still around because they still have teeth, right? (See how I put an original spin on that phrase?). But I digress. Here’s my point:
I’m getting older (not “old,” mind you. I never get old, because old is always 20 years older than I am now), and lately I’ve been feeling the effects of living in a rental unit. By which I mean that some of my body parts are wearing thin, and not all are replaceable with aftermarket modules. Result? I’ve been whining a lot about my lack of youthiness. Just ask my longsuffering wife (whose own rental unit is still looking pretty great, by the way).
But then last night, as I was brooding over a certain malfunctioning function, I seemed to hear God whisper, “Spend less time on what you don’t have, and more on what you do (aforementioned wife included). In other words (old saw alert), “Count your blessings.”
So I did. And, dude, I gotta tell ya, I have a lot of them! I mean, I hate to sound so accessible and non-enigmatic, but I am freaking blessed! So what if it is an old saw? Frankly, it’s one of the most underused tools in my workshop!
There are maybe half a dozen original messages in the world; some would say only two (Matthew 22:37-39). In fact, my favorite books and movies all tend to revolve around the same themes. And yet I never stop needing to be reminded of them. Why? Because if there’s anything sickeningly original about me, it’s the ingenious array of ways I find to forget what really matters in life.
So last night I was reminded to count my blessings, and it worked. One and done, right? Nope, I’ll need to hear it again and again until the day this rental unit is parked underground, and the thing I call myself moves to more permanent digs. You too? If so, I invite you–not for the first time, I’m sure–to join me in…
Counting your blessings.