As I watched my children move through the primal metamorphosis of adolescence, I made a decision to be fascinated rather than terrified. I’m trying to impose the same discipline on my reaction to myself on this end of aging’s metamorphosis. -- Journalist Krista Tippett
I identify so completely with Tippett's article on aging that I had a hard time finding just one sentence to ponder.
Her decision to be fascinated rather than terrified spoke true to me since I did make a decision on the day I turned 80 to find something each day to smile about...to ensure I kept my focus upward on I Am rather than downward on i am.
I'm finding a-smile-a-day a lot harder than I expected.
On occasion my friend Anxiety, with her inordinately loudmouth, can, will and does take over my thoughts. She has been on her soapbox these last few days...I pray thank you as I rely on the fact that nothing turns me to God faster than fear.
I am aware of the world situation...more to the point, my Country's situation...and I do factor that into my anxiety. That helps me choose to accept any less-than-wonderful feelings as necessary aids to my still more spiritual growth, warts and all.
Old thought still good: Happy thoughts last for the moment, welcome them; less-than-happy thoughts are the manure that feeds our spiritual growth, welcome them.
Blinding flash of the obvious: Resist not evil...kiss it on the lips, pray thank you, and keep on truckin'.
Thank you.
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