Welcome back everyone to another
Faith Filled Friday...
Have you ever
fallen…and looked up to see others not only looking but laughing? Well, I have,
just the other day, and as I fell in front of a bunch of people and heard the
giggles... a thought came to me.
When I fail, when I
fall... doesn't it really offer proof of my dedication to keep trying? That I
am still working hard toward a better life? Surely if a wave had an epiphany to
realize it is not a mere wave but in essence the ocean itself... then maybe
even one's clumsy falls have an enlightenment to itself as well? The act of
getting up itself is a mighty spiritual thing.
I am trying to add
positive things to the negative thoughts that sometimes pour from my mind.
Instead of an explanation point at the end with negativity, I am really trying
to emphasize the good that is coming because of it. One of my goals in this
life is to try and get to a point where I direct more feelings of happiness and
positive directions instead of only redirecting the bad that has happened. It's
a start to change the mindset and this is a different step.
I admit this is very
difficult step for me. I have so many things go wrong and I feel the failure in
deep emotions... but hey my friendly morning crows will still show up in the
morning... LOL Ha'... see I just did it. :) Seriously, though, I have two crows
that come by every morning. It seems that I have earned their friendship and have
earned their trust. I feed them some grapes and popcorn.... I just know that
they look forward to seeing me.
Lately when something
happens to me that really hurts me, I finish the sentence or statement by putting
that out there about those two crows. I have no doubt that God has sent them my
way. At least I hope He did, for they have been a much needed source of comfort.
Trying to be more
positive for me is a sort of homecoming I want to realize in my own life.
Thriving...fishing for an ending that shows hope, and redirects energy to at
least realize a possibility that despite what might be holding me down, or
holding me back might just be a resistance much like a head wind where thought
it is grueling, soon enough more muscle helps you push through. A place where
once you push through, you find yourself upon that enlightened wave that
realize its true genetic structure is so much more... the ocean within me.
Much love as always
everyone...
~John
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