Blesses or Messes?

In the middle of my little mess, I forget how big I'm blessed. ~ Francesca Battistelli

This jazzy little song has such a truth to it. My blessings far outnumber my messes. I am incredibly grateful for that. Today is a perfect example. I had a good appointment with my physiotherapist where I could see I am greatly improved since my car accident and should be almost done appointments soon. From there I went to mass for the Feast of the Annunciation which was special. As I got into my car, I checked for messages and saw my manager had called. In her voice mail message, she apologized for calling on my day off but needed to talk to me about my request for a voluntary reduced workweek. I decided to get to my lunch date and so responded later but inwardly I was frustrated.

I had a great time over lunch with a woman who is so kind and generous with praise. As I sat in my car afterwards, I called my manager who gave me the bad news that my request had been denied. I tried to be gracious about it. I think I was, but I am hugely disappointed. I do not really want to work full-time for all kinds of reasons but I also know that these days are a request and not automatically granted.

From there it was on to the University of Winnipeg to get two tax receipts so I can claim my tuition fee rebate for graduates. I am hoping that will create a healthy tax refund. Tonight I hope to clean and pack for my time away.

I think of Mary who had an angel appear to her with amazing news. What if she had been having a lousy day, filled with little messes? What if she were cranky when Gabriel showed up with the good news? What if she did not recognize how big she was blessed? We have to see through eyes of faith when looking at our days. If I review my day, not yet complete, I can see that the “blesses” outweigh the “messes.” How great is that?

Peace,

Suzanne