Blessings, not in the sense of bounty or abundance, but the power and physical act that a spoken word, a intentional blessing has on another person – friend, child, spouse, and even ones enemies.
In the past, I have studied the power of traditions within the Jewish home, and some of the customs that were exemplified through the generations. One that still continues to this day is the blessing of the children by the Father every Friday evening.
This last week, my nephew’s future mother-in-law, mother of seven, and close family friend of my brother, went home to be with our precious Lord. It was completely unexpected. In fact, less than two days before the Lord called her home, she wrote this email to friends and family.
As I thought about what to share this month, my heart pulled to give you a glimpse into how profound the impact her last words of affirmation will have on future generations. She had no possible idea these would be some of her last declarations, an unanticipated legacy she left by taking the time to tangibly bless others in something as simple as words sent over the internet.
In this new age of technology, her email serves as a final blessing to family and friends, and in the process, she has declared a generational heritage piece that will be passed on from generation to generation.
Our time here is just a breath, and so I ponder the generational blessing that I am casting to those around me.
Am I being intentional with those choices? Am I blessing my children? Am I blessing my husband?
Do they hear words of affirmation that sear to the core, and touch them in life giving ways? Do I follow the lead of Jewish tradition, and tangibly lay my hands on my children at night, pouring His Word into their foundation? That is a tradition they will never forget.
As you read my friend’s email, you know the dreaded outcome; a mother taken instantly from her children. These are her last words.
Words that uplift, encourage, bless and bring glory to her heavenly Father. It’s almost as if she knew harder times were coming, and the Lord gave her a Word. Right now, she is dancing on streets of gold – no dread there.
These are her words – life giving words: savored, seared, shared and now memorized for years to come.
“Well, it is with a grateful heart that I get to write my own update today. . . . grateful that I am able to sit up and think (fairly clearly), grateful for my daughter’s generous lending of her computer (it also allows me to lie in bed and smile as images of my grand-babes scroll past on her screen-saver), and grateful for what seems to be a turning-of-the-corner in my medical progress.
As of tomorrow, I will have been totally ‘knee-less’ for a week. The last 6 days, since my surgery, have been a little rough, trying to get my pain managed sufficiently, battling a fever that allusively comes and goes, and being forced (I mean encouraged) to do physical therapy twice a day while staying cheerful & positive! If the fever doesn’t return, I will move out of here tomorrow.
My husband has been absolutely amazing; I have my very own male version of Clara Barton, Florence Nightingale, and Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman, all rolled into one. He has served, protected, shown compassion, and done all the downright “yucky” stuff that falls into the “WORSE” category in our marriage vows. I thank God for him continually.
Speaking of THANKS, what a blessed individual I am to be allowed to experience the love and concern of so many people. God has truly surrounded us with amazing friends and family. Thank you to all who have ministered to my family, while I have been in the hospital now for over a month, in ways I will never even know about. Thank you to those who have visited with me and encouraged & prayed with me. And heartfelt thanks to each of you that have interceded on our behalf. God has shown His faithfulness and we thank Him for His care. You may never receive a “proper” Thank You from me, but please know how much your kindness & concern have meant, even when I could not adequately express my gratitude.
My daughter introduced me to a song that may become my theme song for 2011. The composer, Laura Story, underwent some real trauma as a newlywed., and this song came out of walking through a very deep valley with her husband and the Lord.
I’m sure my current “light affliction” doesn’t amount to anything like she and her husband have had to walk through, and yet our faithful Father has been teaching me many of the same lessons that she so eloquently expresses in her song, “Blessings.” I put its link at the bottom of this email with hopes that it might encourage you as you wait on Him to fulfill the areas of greatest need in your life at present.
We love you and thank God for you . . . “
Life is hard, and it often doesn’t make sense. That is the reality, and yet He gives us glimpses of His Sovereignty through unexpected ways…for our friend, it was through Laura Story’s song. For our family, it was through this tangible blessing of an email.
I will never hear throw the word “blessing” around without hearing these life giving words searing my soul. May they minister to you in powerful ways.
We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things
Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
Written while seeking blessings in the midst of Balancing Beauty and Bedlam, Jen Schmidt