Sometimes when I think about all of the blessings in my life, little tears gather up in the corner of my eyes. How is it that I've been given all of this?
I think sometimes thankfulness seems elusive to us. We look at our current circumstances and say, "Well, what on earth do I have to be thankful for? I feel like everything in my life is falling apart. I'm stressed, but unmotivated to do the hard work. I'm tired, but my burdens don't allow me to rest. I just can't be thankful, no matter how hard I try."
Frequently, this is my lament. I just
can't be thankful, but then there is a gentle nudge. "Ellie, look at everything I've given you. How can you
not be thankful?"
Caught red-handed. My excuses for discontent and unthankfulness bear no weight in front of the mighty blessings of my Father God.
In an effort to help myself remember the blessings, and possibly as a gentle nudge for you to remember yours, I'm going to start a series of posts called Extraordinary Blessings. In these, I'd love to describe to you some of the greatest blessings in my life.
Let's start with the Big Kahuna, oldest and wisest of my immediate family, Daddio Billman.
This guy. Yeah, that handsome one below.
To call my dad a blessing in my life is quite an understatement.
He is all things wise. A gentle giant. The peacemaker. An excellent communicator.
He leads our family as a man of God and has imparted much spiritual wisdom into our lives. I've watched him model a life of integrity, humility, and unwavering faith in God. He's directed me in the way of the Lord, and without his (and my mom's) example, my relationship with God would be a lot different.
This man, my dad, is as hardworking as they come. Each success has been earned with perseverance, sacrifice, and fearless determination. Yet, as successful as he is, my dad is the most humble man I've ever met. He never boasts about his achievements, rather giving glory to God.
We share many similar traits, and because of that, my dad very easily understands where my head is. He knows just what to say to make things "all better." We also share in a love for biking, reading, moleskin notebooks, ice cream, Starbucks, deep conversation, and blueberries.
Throughout my life, he's done just what a father is supposed to do. As a young girl, he was my prince, the excitement of my day when he came home from work. In my awkward middle school years, he loved me for who I was, even when I felt ugly and unlovable. In high school, he encouraged me to pursue "what's right for me" and cheered on the sidelines of millions of swim meets, lacrosse games, cross country and track meets. Now, as a college student, he's supportive of my academic pursuits (after convincing me to not skip college and move to Africa).
Thanks, Daddy, for being a rock for our family, for showing all of us the way of the Lord, for encouraging us to pursue our goals, and for, well, just being you.
Second to my Father in heaven, of course, you are the greatest dad any girl could ask for.
You are a great blessing!