Don’t Negate Your Blessings

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No matter how big or small God’s blessings are, don’t negate them.

Sometimes, we are blind to the simple gifts God sets before us. We ask God, “Where are you? I need you.”

While searching for His presence, He has unwrapped a present right before our negating eyes.

Don’t place mediocrity on those small surprises, because the extravagancy of surmountable blessings will be lowered with a lulled spirit.

Recently, my husband and I got an unexpected blessing. We were able to pay off two credit cards, thus we have no credit card debt.

I cried tears of joy as I opened the intricate and timely ribboned blessing.

Do not negate God’s gifts and unwrap them with a doubtful mind.

Cry and shout from the rooftops of God’s goodness!

Open your blessing with faithful fervor.

Today, unveil your eyes to all blessings, whether tiny treasures or big bowed boxes.

Open blessings with bountiful faith and do not negate God’s presence in all presents.

What blessing do you want to shout from the rooftop today?

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