Laura Story - Blessings Lyrics
Lyrics
We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things
'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
We pray for wisdom
Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
All the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe
When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not our home
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy
What if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise
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Blessings - Laura Story (with lyrics)
Meaning & Inspiration
I keep coming back to those words about blessings coming through raindrops. It’s hard to swallow, honestly. Most days, I’m just like the song says, asking for peace and comfort, wanting God to just fix the stuff that hurts. But then I think about how James says to count it all joy when we face trials, and it’s like this song is poking at that same nerve. It suggests that maybe the things I’m trying to run away from are actually the very things God is using to get my attention. It’s wild to think that my suffering might be a mercy, but I guess if God is more interested in my holiness than my comfort, then it makes sense. I mean, Peter talks about how our faith is refined like gold in the fire, and fire isn't exactly comfortable.
Still, I find myself wrestling with the idea that maybe I’ve been looking at my life backward. I always assumed a "blessing" was the absence of pain, but the song flips that, asking if these hard nights are how I realize this isn't my home. It reminds me of the Israelites wandering in the desert—they had all these complaints, always wanting the easy path back to Egypt, completely missing that the desert was where they were actually learning to rely on Him. I wonder if I’m doing the same thing, just craving a comfortable life while missing the point of being here at all. Is it really true that my deepest disappointment is just a way to show me that nothing in this world is ever going to be enough to fill me up? I want to believe that, but I’m not sure I’m there yet. Sometimes the rain just feels like rain, and I’m just tired, and I really don't want to call it a mercy. I keep questioning whether it’s possible to honestly thank God for the struggle, or if I’m just trying to make sense of a really broken, painful situation by slapping a spiritual label on it.