I have the spiritual gift of middle-of-the-night worrying. (Somehow I doubt that I’m the only one.) I can wake up and think about something, and if it is a person or a problem or a project—or even a prayer concern—I easily devolve into a downward spiral of pure unadulterated worry.
And somewhere along the journey, there in the darkness, I’ll hear the Lord remind me of this verse from Philippians. And more often than not, I’ll recall that scene in the movie White Christmas when Bing Crosby meets Rosemary Clooney in the kitchen in the wee hours and sings that great song:
“When I am worried
And cannot sleep,
I count my blessings
Instead of sheep,
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings.”
Prompted by God to remember how richly blessed I am, more often than not, I slowly turn the page and become a “glass half-full” person, and find myself thanking God for His many, many blessings in my life.