Over-Blessed

     On days like this, sitting outside of yet another nice hotel soaking up the sun, I realize that I have had more than my share of blessings. Embarrassingly so. Although, to some, being away from home would be a burden, rather than a blessing, because they do not like to travel. Others might blunt the blessing by focusing on finding fault with the facilities instead of enjoying the experience, because it is their nature. I have never understood people who can lay by a pool for hours doing nothing, but here I sit, drinking in the afternoon sun as if I'd nothing better to do, trying to store up enough of its goodness to get me through the cloudy winter. Even when it is sunny at home, there are a dozen tasks that pull me back inside the house. Or I enjoy the sun, but through the windshield, as I run half a dozen errands. Instead I sit here in the sun, enjoying Grand Junction, and the busy world goes on without me.
     I would feel guilty for this lavish gift of leisure if it was not something given to me by God. Nothing in my growing up gave me any hope that there would be such moments in my life. My childhood fantasies only traveled as far as truck stop hotels. Staying at the kind of places we do for Reed's work never entered my mind. If only I sought the Son of God as desperately as the sun He created, clung to Him as tenaciously, stored up His goodness and considered it time well spent, what a conduit of blessing I could be. Because God blesses us so that we can bless others, and I who have been over-blessed should not feel guilty, just generous.