Posted by
Daniel Neff on Sunday, December 20, 2009 9:47:20 AM
Count your blessings. I know it is a cliché, and especially at this time of year, but it probably bears repeating at this time of year more than any other. Unless you have been living in a cave for the last 30 years, you're aware that the suicide rate is very high during the holiday season. The reasons for this are probably many, but for the most part, people think that their life is lacking in comparison to other's lives. People who are alone in their life, become more acutely aware of that solitude during the holidays. Everyone else (it seems) has a family and big plans to gather with extended family for a joyous Christmas celebration. The lonely person is only looking forward to a canned ham, a bottle of wine, and “It's a Wonderful Life” on TV. They will probably skip “It's a Wonderful Life” though, either because it hits to close to home, or the ending seems too unreal. I can relate to that person, because even though I have a beautiful family now (a lovely wife, Linda and 10 year old son, Daniel), I spent many Christmases all alone.
This Christmas we are counting our blessings. I have a wonderful wife and the best little boy in the world. We are unemployed, but we are freed from a stressful situation, working with troubled teenagers and working for an inept organization. Since part of the compensation for that job was an attached apartment, we were essentially made homeless. However, a friend from church is letting us use her cozy two bedroom cabin in the foothills until we get back on our feet. We have a wood burning stove, all the wood we can burn, and all the peace and quiet we can stand. The cabin is an enchanting retreat in the woods, and a blessing (both from God and our friend at church). Our 11 month old crazy ball of fur Golden Retriever, also known as Johnny Bud, is in dog heaven. He has acres of woods to explore, and several dogs in the neighborhood to explore and play with.
Because of our employment situation, we don't have a lot of money to spend on Christmas, but we have each other, our health, and our God. He has said He is our provider, and He will never leave us nor forsake us. I believe that counting your blessing is a choice. We are making the choice to count our blessings.
I am reminded of a Christmas season a few years ago (nine to be exact), that would give a person a reason to complain, if ever there was one. I was six months into treatment for cancer, and things weren't going well. I had an open lung biopsy (my second in six months) to confirm if it was still cancer in my lungs. I expired on the operating table and had to be revived. The biopsy revealed it was still cancer. I spent 21 of 31 days that December in a hospital room. It was looking like that would be my last Christmas. We didn't have much money for Christmas, couldn't travel or host family in our home, some would say we didn't have any blessing to count. Though my condition was grave, I was able to talk my doctor into letting me go home on the 24th, and come back into the hospital the morning of the 26th.
I was still alive; I got to spend Christmas at home with Linda and Daniel (22 months old at the time) and our 6 year-old Golden Retriever Dusty; We had a tree, a few presents, food on the table, and a roof over our heads. And we had our God who will never leave us nor forsake us. We chose to count our blessings.
Counting your blessings is a choice; it is up to you whether you count your blessings or moan and complain. Some people would say, “but you don't know my situation.” While that is true, there is always someone who is in worse shape than you are. And the truth, the secret, to all of this is: complaining about your situation won't change your situation. Counting your blessings won't necessarily change your situation either (though some would argue it will, power of positive thinking and all that), but counting your blessings will improve your attitude and feelings. You can be in the situation you're in and be miserable and bitter; or you can be in the situation you're in and be happy and content. The choice is yours.
You always have blessings you can count. It's up to you.
You may be wondering what is the rest of the story in regards to my cancer. It is a long story, and to get it all you'll have to buy the book (yes there is one coming). To make a long story short, I had to turn to an alternative treatment, but here I am 9 years later, alive and doing well.