A season of quiet blessing
I wrote earlier about what it means to be blessed, about the richness of life that comes through memories and forgiveness and small pleasures.
This has indeed been a season of blessing for me. Not the kind of blessing that runs through your life with extravagance — no miraculous late-life pregnancy like Sarai’s, no new name rewarded after an epic night of struggle like Jacob’s — but the kind of blessing that comes in quietly.
It has been a season of blessing more like the one God gives to his sheep in Ezekiel 34:
I will make with them a covenant of peace and banish wild animals from the land,
so that they may live in the wild and sleep in the woods securely.
I will make them and the region around my hill a blessing;
and I will send down the showers in their season;
they shall be showers of blessing.
The trees of the field shall yield their fruit, and the earth shall yield its increase.
I love how gentle and open this blessing is: the very hills around the sheep are a blessing.
Why? Because they receive rain and yield fruit. That’s it. The land does what it is meant to do, and that is blessing enough to keep the sheep safe.
There is no overturning of religious or political systems, no supernatural force of change, no whirlwinds or fiery chariots — there’s just the abundance of the land. That is the blessing.
Breaking the dependence
Notice the text says God sends the showers of blessing in their season. They don’t come all the time. They come in appropriate balance: dryness and rain, sunshine and dark. That balance is life-giving blessing.
I imagine those sheep may have not even noticed the blessing of their safe, abundant hillside. They may have mistaken the showers of blessing for showers of normalcy.
In other words, they may have taken their blessing for granted.
I can relate. Sometimes blessings come into my life so quietly, I almost miss them — as though I’m too dependent on those supernatural fiery whirlwinds to mark the blessings that come in without them.
There is a deep importance around breaking that dependence, around noticing the balance, the abundance, the showers of blessing that we experience.
May we continue to be attentive to our sense of gratitude, our safe places, and the moments of goodness in our lives — no matter how subtle.