Blasé about Blessings

I can be blasé about blessings.

Before I go all frenchy on you let me explain.

What I’m trying to say is that I can be flippant about God’s blessings and provision in my life.

Does it ever happen to you?

Once in a while I’ll see a kid in the ER for a head injury. I’ll thoroughly examine the kid, then spend 15 minutes reassuring the parents who moments earlier were freaking out and desperate. They walk out of my ER happy until they start wondering why on earth they spent an hour waiting for me when I did absolutely nothing for them.

What they fail to see during our 15 minute visit are my 15 years of training, 10 years of experience, and the hundreds of thousands of dollars spent on my education.

If it seems too easy, well, then it must be easy. So they become flippant and unthankful about the service rendered to them. It happens all the time.

I find that I do the same thing with God.

I was taking a slow right turn on my scooter when I hit some gravel and wiped out (Sorry mom). The good news is that I was wearing my helmet when my head hit the gravel and I must be ok since I’m writing this post just 2 hours later (see mom, no hands! I’m ok).

Anyway, I literally wiped out on my scooter, then stood back up, shook the dust off my pants, tipped my scooter straight up again, and proceeded to walk into the store to complete my errand.

No biggie. No fuss. All is well that ends well, and frankly, I’m left just a little bit blasé about God’s blessing on my life.

I could have wiped out on the road and been hit by a car today. I could have forgotten to wear my helmet. I could have been critically injured.

But I wasn’t. All because of God.

I can be underwhelmed by God. It sounds awful. I’m ashamed of it. But it’s the truth. I catch myself looking at my life and wondering when God is going to do his best work yet. Fruit? What fruit? I can barely see a bud on my tree. Growth? I don’t see any growth in my life! Impact? The loudest impact I hear on any given day is the impact of my foot on the gas pedal. Answers to prayers? God never answers my prayers. Does He even know I exist?

I tend to have a fixed idea of what God should do in my life and how. Anything less than my ideal is not good enough for me. Get that MRI, I don’t care what it costs, I know better than you do what’s good for my kid. I hate the sound of it in the ER yet I throw the same thing back at God in real life. It doesn’t matter that He is God, or that He gave His son for my sin. It doesn’t matter that I’m forgiven and set free from guilt and shame for eternity. Instead, I simply shrug my shoulder in indifference and wonder when God will finally light up the fireworks in my life.

There’s nothing blasé about God in my life. On any given day all that He’s done is more than all I will ever deserve.

Maybe like me you simply need a reminder – you’re alive!

Now sit back and enjoy the show!

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