#blessings?

[lotf-statue-of-conchery]

*Sets down offering such as flowers and such* Dear Magic Conch Forgive My Sins For I Am A Killer... *Flashbacks to that market*

your offering lies at the base of the statue and is accepted.

only silence can be heard.

the silence seems…welcoming…peaceful…forgiving?

[lotf-statue-of-conchery]

here’s a muffin can you give me luck for my mocks please

the conch takes your offering

the leaves at the foot of the statue stir - gentle, almost encouraging

[lotf-statue-of-conchery]

Hi can I get some luck cus Im going to the Casino

- 🦅🌌

the conch listens…

you see a lotf buck on the floor and pick it up.

it feels…special. upon closer inspection, a small conch emblem can be seen on it.

use it wisely.

[lotf-statue-of-conchery]

can we be safe from richard Please i uh i have uh a shell 😁

your offering is greatly appreciated

once more, no guarantees.. but wind seems to change direction…

[lotf-statue-of-conchery]

*places pig's head* can i be safe from the archagel event 😓😓

the conch takes your offering

it listens, but can make no guarantees…

[supernatural-z]

masego just got added to this concert that i already paid for

[stere-atypical]

So I lost my job last month. I looked for a job for the better part of a year, and I worked for three weeks before I was let go. I'm running out of money, and I planned to use it to get health insurance and buy craft supplies and make my life better. Now I can't. And this is a blessing. I hate calling it a blessing. I was writing about on my blog and I hesitated, searching for a better word than blessing, because I don't feel blessed. And then God brought me a new blessing in the form of a question.

Who says blessings can't hurt?

Who says blessings must be great? Because Job had the worst time of his life, and it showed him who his friends were, and brought a better family and even greater wealth than he had before.

Because 1 Corinthians 13 tells us love endures. Because sometimes love endures means enduring when your loved ones are hurting. But sometimes love endures means enduring when they get on your last good nerve.

Because with our short-sighted eyes, blessings only feel like blessings when they bless us now. But they don't always work that way. Sometimes you get a long term blessing, one like wine, one that tastes like vinegar when you drink it now, but ages to sweet perfection after a few years in the dark.

So I lost my job. And it does not feel like a blessing. Even though I know better. Even though my free time has helped me bless others. Even though there were things I hated about my job. It doesn't feel like a blessing. It feels like "That sucked, it still sucks, and probably will suck for awhile." It doesn't feel like a blessing.

And yet it is.