POGO WAS RIGHT

I am so blessed. I had a blinding flash of the obvious two or three weeks ago that the election results might turn out to be not my first...or even last...choice. I started then making peace in my own head with my perceived worst-case scenario for which today I am grateful from my toenails up.  Most of the day yesterday, I talked with some really sad, sad friends...I could all but reach out and touch the resistance I heard.

It's times like these that I bless the really hard-rock times I've gone through in my life...cursing and kicking and crying, resisting every step of the way. I'm grateful today because that is the way...The Way...we learn unto realization that acceptance is the answer. That is what taught me to be grateful for the gray days almost more than for the sunny days because the gray days required me to dig deep for God...the sunny days I could just sit and bask in his love.

If we're on the right road, aiming in the right direction, here's how we learn to love the gray days: We begin by reading our spiritual literature every morning, finding great comfort, even inspiration, there. We feel at One with the Father within...with all our fellow beings. Our head is on straight, God is good, we're ready to go out and shower love and laughter!

Then a less-than-wonderful happens...a really, really less-than-wonderful happens...if we hadn't banished the word "bad" from our life, this would qualify for that word.

We cry. We sob. We can't seem to stop. We're all but beating our breasts and wailing. We know we're sinking into depression, and we feel fairly righteous about it. This, after all, deserves depression...has even earned depression!

We talk to a friend who quotes some spiritual junk...what a Pollyanna she is...we walk away from her p.d.q. We may be ready for that spiritual crapola in a couple weeks, but this hurts too good to let go so soon.

Now is when our very own past experience comes to our aid. We remember to go take a good look in the mirror. That piece of paper we taped there so long ago is long gone, but its message is still there: You Are Looking At The Problem.

It is not the election results, it is not our newly diagnosed Stage 4 cancer, it is not our best friend's sudden and wholly unexpected death, it is not the broken fingernail...it is us. Pogo was right.

Why are we giving an hour or more a day to the God of our understanding if we're not going to practice what he is imparting to us daily...hourly...even as we breathe?

Lest I come across too righteous by half, it is a flat-out fact that my stomach turns whenever I am caught unaware with the thought that Donald Trump is the President-elect of the United State of America. And that's with all my prior, proper planning.

Then I hear God lovingly whisper, "Get over yourself!" And I do have to laugh...with love.

Thank you.