Blessing God

This morning I stopped near Atlanta to get a medium iced coffee and garlic bagel from Dunkin Donuts. I took a quick look at my phone to see how everyone's day was unfolding...that's when I saw a status that puzzled me. One my friends, Michael Baldwin, posted this: "I have gotten pretty good at begging God, but how much time do I spend simply blessing Him? What I need more than any thing is Him." I have spent all day pondering this status. I moved a client from north Georgia to middle Georgia, and even with her Flo Rida cd playing at ridiculous decibles, I just couldn't stop thinking about this status. Me...blessing...God. Me...blessing...God? If you are not from the south, you may not be aware that the word "blessing" is probably the most overused word in these parts. We bless everyone..sort of. "Did you see Margaret today? She's probably gained 20lbs since her husband started dressing like a woman...bless her fat little heart." "Did you know Lucy's daughter Mabel is addicted to the slot machines?...throwing away God's money to Sin City...bless her heart, I just don't know what she's going to do!" So, yes, I am familiar with the word "blessing"...but blessing God? I've heard this phrase before, but I don't think I ever grasped it's actual meaning. Throughout the day today, I have been Googling, Binging, reading Scripture, cross-referencing...and pretty much come up with the same conclusions as others. "Blessing" has several different uses in Scripture, but when it refers to God, it is praise, exaltation...worship. I do those things...and I'm sure you do, too...but could we take it a step further? Well, here's the "Lisa" spin on it. What do you buy the person that has everything? Let me rephrase that...How do you bless the Person who created everything, sacraficed for everyone....and is the only Being actually worthy of blessing? The other night, my daughter brought me a flower to put in her hair...not a real flower...a big, bright purple, gerber daisy with glitter on the ends of the petals. It was similar to the one I had in my hair...and she wanted one too. When I put on lipgloss, and she wants to put some on too...and she does....kinda...really, she just attempts to eat it. She wants to be like me...and I love it. In fact, it blesses me. My daughter wants to be a "mini-me" (can't say I blame her as I am pretty fabulous). If it warms my heart to see my children emulate me, how much more must it bless the heart of God to see me be Him to others? Saying blessings to God is good...being a blessing to Him is even better. They say that imitation is the best form of flattery...I say that imitation is the best form of blessing. My new goal is to bless the Lord, daily with my words and actions...guess I've got alot of work to do...bless my tacky little heart.