Blessing #43?

There are moments when I still find it difficult to find blessings. There are times when my heart is broken and I struggle to find a sliver of good. I see the ugliness of the human condition - the willingness to sacrifice others, even our own children, for no visible good other than selfish desires. There are times in my job when the hardness of the human heart is laid bare for me to see and I feel powerless to soften it. Today I prayed as I listened to a parent, because it was the only thing that I could do. But even within that I struggled to find peace. My heart ached while I listened - it still does - and when I walked away I found no blessing.

I often think, in those situations, that it is just my lack of understanding; my inability to look at the things through God’s eyes. But maybe there are times when we are not supposed to find blessings. Maybe there are simply times when our hearts need to be broken. Maybe, sometimes, a broken heart, is more of a sign that God is alive in us, than it is to forcibly finding a blessing Maybe the real blessing is that my heart is not so hardened that it can’t be broken. Maybe that means I am seeing things from God’s perspective after-all.