A Truly Immeasurable Blessing
Have you ever scrolled down your own Instagram feed and found a post you are embarrassed to have found, yet happy to have found because it evidences a tangible change in your character over time? I found such a post a while back—it was a post I made on Christmas day a few years ago. It was a picture of my many gifts arranged nicely on the floor, meticulously messily (that’s the Pinterest way)—some scented candles, a purse, some M&Ms, a novel. And it was accompanied by my hilariously sad caption: “ Immeasurably blessed ”. I think (and hope) I deleted the post when I saw it, or at least changed the caption to something more becoming of a Christian who professes to truly celebrate Christmas. I realise now, to great relief, that I certainly wasn’t wrong about Christmas being an occasion of “immeasurable blessing”. By labelling my Christmas presents an “immeasurable blessing” I was short-changing myself. I did not realise that properly recognising the “immeasurable blessing” wou...