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.