A Blessing.

So the whole 'blessing' thing...

I'd give you a good definition from Webster's for the word blessing but I think I opened every English paper from the ages of 13 to 20 with a Webster's definition so I got kind of sick of it.

Now when I see someone do that it kinda annoys the stew out of me.

I can't imagine how annoyed my teachers must have felt.

Besides, readers, you know what a blessing is.

See our pastor spoke about blessings on Sunday. 

Specifically the blessing from Numbers six in the Old Testament.

I'm sure you've heard it.

It reads as follows:


The Lord bless you, and keep you; the Lord make his fact shine upon you, And be gracious to you; The Lord lift up his countenance on you, And give you peace. 

He talked about speaking that blessing over people.

So several times lately Billy has spoken that blessing over the kids and over me.

It's nice.

I'm for it.

So a funny story about the whole blessing thing:

I've already blogged about how Billy gets up way earlier than I do.

So this morning he gets up before five and I hear him and wander in to the kitchen to see what has provoked him this morning to wake up at such a ridiculous hour.

This question usually provokes him to utter things about early birds and worms and chickens and my Granddad and all manner of things that get up early.

But this morning as I began to crawl back into my warm blankets he stopped me and said the blessing over me.

Then he kinda smiled and said "Hope that's okay."

I asked him why it wouldn't be okay - thinking maybe he was having some theological issue with it or some such.

Um...no.

He gets this goofy grin on his face and says "Oh, you know what it says in Proverbs right?"

Um, again...no.

"It says:

 'If anyone loudly blesses their neighbor early in the morning, it will be taken as a curse."

Ha, ha.

Even though it was early I still appreciated it.

Billy has always been funny.

When we first started dating:

I used to tell him to stop talking because my cheeks hurt from laughing so much. 

It would be midnight and I would say "Just stop talking - I really don't want to laugh anymore."

And I would mean it. 

I would beg him to 'just be' because I just needed to sit and not laugh. 

For instance:

A few months ago early in the morning...

...again with the mornings!...

I asked him to turn the clothes dryer on. 

I then hear him in the laundry room saying:

"Dryer, you're looking good this morning!"

I asked him what in the world he was doing and he said "You told me to turn the dryer on. "

He is funny like that. 

So lets look at some facts that are and are not blessings:

The fact that Momma G's is now in my neighborhood:

Blessing!

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The fact that chocolate chips now shoot out of my ice maker:

Not a blessing. 

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The fact that my pediatrician has a lion shaped examining table:

Blessing!

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The fact that I find these 'collections' all over the house:

Not a blessing. 

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The fact that my cousin Stacey individually wrapped her Rice Krispie treats with ribbons:

Blessing!

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The fact that this picture* exists:

Not a blessing. 

I think you see where I'm going. 

Bless you. 

*Laura Lee, you can thank me later that I cropped you out of this picture. : )