Today I drove all the way from the cornfields of Iowa back to the bluegrass of Kentucky. Since Jaime and the girls are staying a few more days with her parents in Iowa, I had a long drive back all by myself. I don't know about you but normally on long trips like these I listen to lots of music to pass the time. And this trip was no different. I had a mix tape of Christian songs, and yes, I wasn't afraid to sing out loud at times even though passerbys gave me funny looks. C'mon, I know you've done it too! But about halfway from Iowa to Kentucky I had a revelation. Actually, I had to go to the bathroom first, and then I had a revelation. I remembered a verse I had read in the morning from Psalm 9:1 which says,
"I will give thanks to the LORD with my whole heart; I will recount all your wonderful deeds."
Being a rather reflective person, I decided to go all the way back to the beginning of my life and recount all the wonderful things God has done for me. I have to tell you that it was an amazing experience! As I drove down the highway, the many memories of life passed before me and each one gave me in opportunity to thank God. I pictured my life as a highway with all the memories flying right by me. I realized how quickly life goes and how often I push the accelerator to try to speed things up and how rarely I push the brake to stop and reflect on the many blessings God has given to me.
As I recounted the many ways that God had showered his mercy on my life, I realized how one experience or one person triggered another experience and another person that God had sovereignly brought into my life for His glory and my good. The memories were all meshed together beautifully. It felt like I was looking at a huge mural of grace. And as I gazed more and more at the many blessings, it drew me to thank the One who had painted it all so perfectly.
I have to tell you that as I attempted to recount all of God's blessings in my life I was struck with how little it made me feel. Yes, I felt extremely thankful and yet at the same time I felt so incredibly little. It was like I was a little kid at the beach trying to scoop up all the water from the ocean with my little bucket believing that in just a few hours I could get it done. But the bucket of my little brain was too small to fill the ocean of God's blessings on my life. Yet, I'm so thankful that God filled my tiny little bucket with huge reminders of his blessings; and though I only scratched the surface, these blessings brought big, joy-filled tears as I thanked God for the life He's given me and the eternal He's bought for me through Jesus Christ.
So I guess next time I travel alone I'll bring my mix tape, but I won't forget to bring my "little bucket" to recount all of God's blessings in my life and thank Him-the Giver of all good things.