Each night at bedtime, before we say prayers with our kids, we sing the Doxology together. In case you aren't familiar with it, the words begin, "Praise God from whom all blessings flow..." But last night, I listened to my children sing it and realized that all this time my seven-year-old son has been singing it, "Praise God from whom ODD blessings flow..."
I suppressed a giggle and came downstairs to tell Hubs about it. Though the more I thought about it, the more I realized there's some good theology in his little slip-up. Praise God for the odd blessings--the ones that sneak up on us, the ones that don't even look like blessings until they're long past us. Praise Him for the mixed bag, the curvy road, the speed bumps of life. Sometimes the odd blessings are the best ones.