In a hurry as usual, I pulled a heavy glass Pyrex measuring cup from the cabinet. It flew from my hand in slow motion. Maybe it won’t break. That’s pretty thick glass.
It broke alright, shattered shards everywhere across the floor. I froze for a moment, thinking no one could ever walk barefoot in this kitchen again.
A thought from my morning devotions popped into my head. Give thanks in all things. The idea of being grateful for bad things continues to appear impossible. I don’t imagine I will conquer that concept in this lifetime. Yet it’s a thought that intrigues me. Instead of getting really angry and discouraged because I had a mess on my hands that would cause me to run late to my water aerobics class, I hesitated. Hmm, a lesson on not hurrying. Okay I get that. I’ll try to be grateful for the tutorial. Besides I can’t afford the time to chastise myself and what good would that do?
As I cleaned it up, I marveled at the energy in that simple flick of my wrist. It smashed that heavy glass to smithereens. The power that pulverized the glass began with me.
I’ve always been fascinated by quantum physics though I’m not smart enough to understand much. There’s lots of buzz in the world about the power of one, the force of positive thinking etc. Somehow that obliterated glass taught me a lesson about the energy inherent in me.
Just a slight effort to be thankful for a bad thing reaped an interesting notion. Small blessings all around if we take the time to unlock them.
I often wake up tired and not excited about the day before me. I drag myself to the kitchen and start my Keurig. I ask Doug how he is doing and hope for an ‘okay.’
While the coffee is dripping into my cup, I gather up my devotion books and journals, distracting myself from my sleepiness by racing to see I can get back to the kitchen before the cup is full. I open my devotion book and, more often then not, the message is right on for lifting my spirits and reminding me of how much I have to be grateful for.
Though it’s been a while since I decided that gratitude was the antidote to feeling sad and blue, I need to be constantly reminded. I force myself to write in my prayer journal things I’m thankful for. Family, friends, our home, cars, jobs, abundance that allows us to enjoy not just needs but wants as well.
Soon I’m on a roll. I feel grateful for the smiles and hugs of my grandkids, FaceTime that allows me to feel close to the three who are in Denver. The smallest, Otto, is a curly headed two-year old angel. I can’t see the image of him blowing me kisses on my tiny phone screen without grinning. He tells me he’s going poop on the potty. I can witness it in the present moment. I would hate to miss that milestone because I’m six hundred miles away.
Soon I have filled a page with gratitude, and my attitude is right with the world. Nothing has changed physically, but words read and written have renewed me. I move into the day ready to find good things along the path and energy for the struggles. Worry and fear are pushed back into proper perspective. I don’t know what would happen if I didn’t start my day this way, I’m not brave enough to try it.
I’ve had a lousy cold the past few days and stayed home from work when I really needed the hours because I’m traveling the next few weeks. I worked awhile on a less than stimulating work project and then decided I could take a break and start today’s blog. My coach suggested I keep five completed blogs scheduled. Great idea but so far I’ve barely managed one.
My runny, stuffy nose along with a headache, cough and sneezing that hurt my ribs made it harder to think about blessings. Had I really lost my ability to come up with a blessings because of this minor inconvenience? In addition, Doug’s feet started hurting again, his face has a rash and he came home exhausted. He went straight to bed for a nap. I felt sorry for myself – Doug too. Fridays are supposed to be fun, maybe dinner out and a chance to catch up with friends. Instead I was planning a boring meal at home.
Since no big blessings happened to pop out at me, writing the post offered me a chance to think a little deeper about the good things. I came up grudgingly with several half-hearted blessings. We weren’t in the hospital. My cold did seem a little better. Quiet alone time this evening offered me a chance to get some work done and I would thank myself tomorrow. None of these really filled me with gratitude. Then I stumbled onto healing.
My cold will be over soon. I’ll feel energetic and happy again. Doug might wake up feeling better and we could have a lovely dinner and watch the Royals together. What amazing bodies God has given us. I forget that when I’m feeling a bit under the weather and Doug seems to have one problem after another.
Doug has been through more than I care to think about. His body with few exceptions has healed beautifully sometimes with the help of medicine, and sometimes in spite of the damage medicines sometimes do. I feel very grateful for the amazing ability of our bodies to heal.