Why is it hard at times to appreciate all the Lord has done for us?

Hey all:

I know it has been a minute since I last posted but I came across this question in my morning devotional which can be found at www.crosswalk.com. The devotion actually dealt with making it a point to create traditions within your family of opportunities to praise God for his faithfulness. But this question began to make me think outside that particular realm, because I think that we are all guilty of this.

Consider the relationship that has just ended... the one you gave your heart to, "the one" think of the raw emotions that existed after that break up. How could you? What did I do? What can I do now? To...just wait, you'll get yours (thin line between love and hate) Do we ever reflect in the moment? Do we ever say, thank you God for allowing me to love someone and for however long or briefly to feel that in return? Do we ever consider the lesson that the other person was sent from God to teach? Perhaps it was the way you should be treated. (They may emulate that or be the opposite) Only to have you set standards. Maybe it was to mirror your flaws. What you despise in yourself, you hate 10x more in someone else. Think about it.

What about when you were planning to go to college and things didn't fall into place. Financial Aid hassle (HBCU or PWI the struggle is still the same), plan ticket cost too high? Or just no money right now to make it happen? What did you do then? Did you wallow in not going to your first choice? Or did GOD open your eyes to seeing opportunities all around you?

As a teacher, I see even more the importance of the relationships that students have with parents. So many of my students are needy. Girls just as much as boys, but sometimes the boys seem EXTRA needy. It becomes apparent quickly that these kids don't necessarily have anyone in their corner. Many have material things but no guidance. It is in those moments that I thank GOD for the parents I have. My mom kept me grounded spiritually and she has always been my greatest cheerleader. My dad with all his faults helped me build a Teflon shell around myself that at times is a hindrance but has also worked for the good.

I could go on and on, but a blog can only be so long. The intent of this particular entry was not to preach, but to make you think. That blue funk can't last always. I have had it...you probably have too! But when I think about all the mercies that were shown to me... all I can say is Thank you.