Blessed

I am Blessed and I’m not referring to the things I have or my children or my wife though they are blessings.

I am Blessed and not just because of the roof that is over my head and the many things inside of that house though those are items I have been blessed with.

I am Blessed and though I am alive today and in good heath – which is a blessing – I am not referring to that either…

I am Blessed because while I was a sinner Christ took the punishment for my sins on the cross he died on.

I am Blessed because He saw me and loved me enough to save me.

I am Blessed because each failure I have had (and will have) is now seen through the eyes of Christ’s Love.

I am Blessed because even though I am not worth very much I still have value because of Christ’s Love.

Mac Powell puts it the best when he sings…

“Blessed are you as you weep on your knees
With perfume and tears washing over My feet
And blessed are you, beggar, hopeless and blind
Calling for mercy when I’m passing by

Blessed are you, shaking your head
At two tiny fish and some bread
And blessed are you as you tremble and wait
For the first stone thrown at your sinful disgrace

Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds
And I’ll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you
Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised
And I’ll show you what Love sees when Love sees you

I see what I made in your mother’s womb
And I see the day I fell in love with you
I see your tomorrows, nothing left to chance
I see My Father’s fingerprints

I see your story, I see My name
Written on every beautiful page
You see the struggle, you see the shame
I see the reason I came

I came for your story, I came for your wounds
To show you what Love sees when I see you”

I am Blessed because Love saw me….