And in my wondering where the time went I began to place blame. I began to blame the choices that I made with my time on my now almost completely unchecked list. And it was immediately after this particular thought – “Why did I decide to spend all that time in the kitchen baking muffins this afternoon when I could have been ironing, cleaning, or studying?” – that a far more important thought occurred to me.
And that thought is this: Why am I beating myself up for accepting the blessings that have so abundantly been given to me?
Here’s what I mean. And here is where my thoughts have shifted to at the end of a weekend that was wonderful and full of blessings.
I spent time baking muffins for my family because:
I have been blessed with a wonderful family full of healthy tummies that love and appreciate muffins.
I have been blessed with the vision to see the ingredients, the hands to carry out the instructions, the knowledge to understand measurements, and the ability to read the recipe.
I have been blessed with a vehicle in the driveway with gas in the tank so I can drive to the grocery store.
I have been blessed with a job that puts money in my bank account so I am able to buy ingredients.
I have been blessed to live in a home with a working oven, refrigerator, sink, and dishwasher so that I can bake a recipe.
I have been blessed with the freedom to use my time however I choose.
I have been blessed with a heart and mind that reminds me that when I feel anxious about where the time has gone, I can rest assured that no time tending to the ones I love the most is ever wasted. And if that means that I did not iron that gigantic stack of wrinkled clothes today, it’s no big deal. Because while that stack will continue to grow as I make different choices with my time, it will never be as large as the love I have for my boys.
I spent time baking muffins for my family because I have been abundantly blessed. And for that I am abundantly grateful.
