Road to Fifty Reflections: Day 26

From Counting Losses to Counting Blessings

Before I began my Road to Fifty Reflections... my personal journey of 365 reflections, I reread the very first entry I wrote on my blog more than a decade ago.

I smiled at how I used to write so smoothly, but my heart felt the weight of those words. Beneath the eloquence were traces of resentment and pain. I remember how I avoided people, dodging every invitation that might make me confront the wounds I refused to heal.

It wasn’t until 2019, after a life-changing encounter with the Lord in Jerusalem, that I finally laid down the burden I had been carrying for years. For the longest time, I measured my life by what I had lost --- the failures, the heartbreaks, the moments I fell apart. I rose and fell again, over and over, until I reached a point when life itself felt too heavy to bear.

But the Lord... patient, merciful and faithful... never gave up on me. He gave me chance after chance, gently leading me back to life, one step, one grace at a time. And when I finally surrendered, it became easier to breathe… easier to wake up with a smile, knowing I was no longer walking alone.

Now, as I write these reflections, I no longer count my losses. I count my blessings --- the small miracles hidden in ordinary days, the peace that follows surrender and the quiet joy of walking with God through both pain and promise.

And so I pray...

Lord, thank You for walking with me through every valley and every storm. Teach me to keep my eyes not on what I’ve lost, but on the blessings You continually pour out. May every word I write, every breath I take, be a testimony of Your mercy that never ends. Amen.