My husband had two days off in a row. Unusual for him. Wonderful for me. I miss the big guy when he works all the time.
So, that morning, we looked out the patio door. Yup, it’s raining again. Driving, soaking, miserable, sopping rain. There’s been so much rain the first half of 2018, some days I half-expect to see Noah’s ark floating by.
“Ugh, another rainy day. This sucks,” he complained. “I can’t get a break.”
I stood alongside of him and looked out at the gloom as well. “Huh. I was just about to say, ‘This is the day that the Lord has made. Rejoice and be glad in it.'”
Paul broke a slow grin. “I guess it’s all how you want to look at it, eh?”
Ain’t it the truth. But easier said than done.
Yup, I’m the first chick who can fall into the sticky-trap of negativity. Like many writers and artists, I have a history of battling anxiety and depression. Some days are worse than others. That wrong side of the bed gets me every time.
Plus, I have a close circle of peeps who like to complain. They may be surprised to hear this, but between you and me, it’s Eeyore here, there and everywhere.
But I have to own some of that, too. In fact, when I met my husband, he told me I had a tendency to be negative. He could see I came by it honestly.
I was shocked. Moi? Negative?
And then I realized he was right.
So I made a conscious effort to change my internal dialogue. Not easy.
Still, I well know that it’s easy to slide back into old ways. Especially when discussing things like work (secondary ed/teaching), politics/media (no comment), and the fact the world seems to be going to perdition in a Porsche all the while I’m skirting the edges of the fiery abyss in my six-year-old, Eeyore-gray Mom-SUV.
Sure, it’s got some dings and dents, but it runs great. Why trade in a vehicle every time the tires get worn? Seems like a waste. I didn’t want a vanity-vehicle anyway.
Besides, there are plenty of other bills. Especially as the kids get older.
Life is so often two steps forward, three steps backward. The Middle Class Cha-Cha.
For all you Pinky-Raisers who can’t relate that the struggle is real–good for you! Glad everything is peachy keen. Carry on, but peek over your shoulder once in awhile. Because I’m here to tell you…
Everyone gets a flaming bag of shit. Some people get it at the beginning of their lives. Some people get it in the middle of their lives. Some people get it at the end of their lives. AND some people ride the brown wave all the way from birth to the grave.
The trick is to look beyond the brown bag.
For every bad occurrence, there’s a blessing. Often hiding, but nonetheless present.
So while you may be tempted to unload when asked, “How are you?” consider what it accomplishes? Sure, it might make you feel better, but your listener now walks away carrying your load on his already burdened shoulders.
You know who isn’t burdened? God…so, when’s the last time you prayed–really prayed–acknowledging all your blessings for which you are thankful?
I know, I know…it’s not even Thanksgiving. (How many of us even pray then?)
Hey, I’m no Bible scholar, but it seems logical that maybe, just maybe God will be more amenable to answering prayers when one has an open line of daily communication that includes praise and thanks.
Prayer isn’t some scripted, lofty speech to worry over–no, it’s more a heartfelt conversation with the best, best friend you will ever have.
It’s a phrase, a sentence, a paragraph, a sigh, and an aching in a heart that’s been given freely to God.
Some of you know I’ve gone through a battle with cancer…and it struck me that while I was scrapping to get better and going through surgery after surgery, that there are people out there killing themselves with drugs, alcohol, etc., and I just want to feel normal.
(And while our government provides Narcan for addicts, there are people who can’t get cancer treatment because they have crappy insurance.)
Life isn’t fair. It just isn’t.
You can’t change that fact. You can only deal. So here’s the deal:
Don’t take life for granted. Nothing is guaranteed. We are all human and our bodies are racing toward the grave.
But prayer will see you through.
Every day is a chance to bless others and thank God for blessing us. It’s a chance to say, “This is the day that the Lord has made. Rejoice and be glad in it.”
Thanks for reading!