“I stared at my devotional, unable to bring myself to open it. I wanted to be uplifted by its messages, but something was wrong. Since going on disability, having more bills than income and watching my exhausted husband work two jobs, praying just wasn’t where my heart was. In truth, all I did was question God about the dark place He had me in. What had I done? Why were we struggling so much?
“One weekend, my 6-year-old grandson, Jack, came to visit. He played happily with his superhero toys when suddenly, my nose tickled and I let loose a sneeze. ‘God’s blessed you,’ Jack said, grinning as his caped crusader jumped off my coffee table.
“‘That’s not how you say it, dear,’ I said. ‘It’s God bless you.’
“He crawled over and snuggled next to me. ‘I said it right,’ he insisted. ‘God’s blessed you. You have a house, good stuff to eat, people who love you. You’re already blessed, right Memaw?’
“Like a chute of light piercing my bleak spirit, I began to think of how fortunate we were. My husband was employed, we had a beautiful home, wonderful family, close friends and a beautiful grandson wise beyond his years.
“That next morning, I enjoyed each moment with God and my devotional, seeing my troubles pale while I had so much to praise Him for. And now every time someone sneezes, I smile and say, ‘God’s blessed you’ and remind myself of how true those words really are!”
—Helena Sullivan, 51, Stoneham, MA