STOP in the Name of Love
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck there, or as is the case right now, that one of my loved ones is stuck there.
Please don’t misunderstand; my Mindful Monday post of a few days ago still stands in terms of the gratitude I’m feeling. I’m a long way from feeling down and out. But gratitude aside, do you ever contemplate how challenging it is to stand still in faith when so much uncertainty exists?
I know I’m not the only one. There’s the friend who’s father, a widower, calls her from out-of-state when he’s been “thinking and drinking.” There’s the friend who’s son just told her that his girlfriend is pregnant. And there’s another friend who sits on pins and needles waiting for word about her company being sold and what that means not only for her but for the people she supervises and their families.
So much uncertainty.
I am reminded that my thread of control is alarmingly thin. What do I do when I don’t know what to do?
What do you do?
Here’s a tool that I’m trying. I simply S.T.O.P. Surrender. Transform. Open. Patience.
I surrender as much control as I can.
I do my best to transform my thinking.
I try to remain open to new possibilities, ideas and miracles.
I grit my teeth and try to be patient. If not this, then something better, Lord.
I also know what not to do.
I deny, or turn away from, Suffering, Tragedy, Oppression and Panic.
Instead, I focus on the things I can do in this moment. I can say a prayer, write in my gratitude log, call someone, take a nap, write a note, read an inspirational piece, focus on peace.
I can let go of worry and thoughts of doubt. I can let go of useless thinking that can slip into self-pity.
I can remind myself that I am a creature created for good and that my good extends to myself. Living and breathing in goodness creates space for more of the same. More good floats on wisps of gratitude and when I least expect it, in a sigh of transformation, gratitude becomes love.
And the pain in my heart subsides a bit as I realize I have stopped in the name of love.
How do I get from here to there? By whispering a prayer of willingness which must be bigger than my tendency to sit in my own poop because it feels warm (lovely image, isn’t it?).
In willingness, I throw open my toes and fingers and mind to receive. I must drain to gain.
At first the surrender seems so hopelessly small but the S in STOP also stands for Stick, as in stick around for something bigger and better.
If not this, then something better, Lord.
While I wait, I think I’ll keep on walking through that valley.