Set Yourself Free With Positivity
I had an epiphany of sorts recently. On this day that represents Freedom in the United States, I wonder whether my light-bulb moment is a tool to free the mind of habitual negative responses to problems.
Here’s what I read that generated my thinking:
“Consider that you are God’s response to mental illness or violence or poverty or any of the long list of unwanted conditions that we perceive in our world,” writes Rev. Dr. Jesse Jennings in the June 2013 issue of Science of Mind.
He continues, “After acknowledging a problem, let us focus attention on the desired outcome instead of the present appearance.”
You probably agree with me that there is power in positive thinking, right? Dr. Jennings words suggest that we train our minds to not only think positively but also respond with positivity.
What if–and I know this is a big leap–what if we do our best to generate positive responses even when we’re challenged or irritated or pissed-off?
On the very day I read Jennings’ words, I had an opportunity to practice. That morning, as I opened the garage door to fetch the newspaper, I saw that the special angel statue I gave my sweetie last month was face-down on the sidewalk. One of her wings was in crumbled pieces.
I felt instant anger toward the neighbor children I had seen playing around the statue a few days prior. Then the reading came to mind and I thought, “I am God’s response. How can I see this in a positive light?”
Jennings says that if we don’t focus on the positive, we’re simply rearranging or sidestepping effects. Here was an opportunity to reframe my response.
What better opportunity than when dealing with an angel statue?
I couldn’t prove that one of the kids broke her wing but I could be proactive in making sure that once I glued her back together she stayed safe.
Yesterday morning, after mending her wing (and thinking about the metaphor for mending/forgiving my own brokenness), I saw the kids playing outside.
These three little ones, all under the age of six, gathered around when I called to them. I pointed to the angel and showed them how her wing had broken when she fell over on the concrete. I told them she was glued back together but wasn’t quite as strong as she once was.
I told them I was concerned that she might fall over again but that I wouldn’t always be around to watch out for her. I asked them if they would be willing to serve as my deputies and help me protect her.
All six doe eyes looked at me seriously and their little heads nodded a solemn yes (after I explained what a deputy was). Just like that, my initial negative response flipped to positive. The kids and I exchanged salutes and I went back in the house confident that the angel will be just fine.
So she has a few cracks. Don’t we all? I figure cracks are God’s way of easing love in and out of us, of helping us be better God responders.
Stay positive and safe on this Independence Day!