Wednesday, March 13, 2013
When discussing developing a positive outlook, many public speakers are fond of using the rhyming phrase, "An attitude of gratitude." To me, giving thanks for blessings throughout the day is a natural habit. Sometimes the blessings are small, sometimes so huge that merely saying, " ," is not enough.
Here is an example of a small (to me) blessing: Earlier this week the light bulb in my dining room burned out. I made a mental note to change it but promptly forgot. That happens often to us, doesn't it? Later, as I pulled laundry from the washing machine to put in the dryer, I turned on the laundry room light to see better. As the light came on, I recalled the burned out bulb, finished loading clothes into the dryer and then grabbed a new bulb to replace the burned out one.
I often receive "alerts" this way. Perhaps you do, too. Always, I give thanks.
A major blessing is what happened today. This has to rank as one of the most major blessings I have ever received. Maybe not on a par with not being killed, maimed or blinded in car crashes (not my fault), but major nevertheless.
I had parked in a library lot on my way to attend a seminar. For some reason, instead of putting my keys in a pocket, I went to retrieve several items from the front passenger side of the car and set the keys on the car's roof. I went inside and 90 minutes later searched frantically for my keys. Then I recalled that I had left them on top of the car.
Scared of what I would not find in the parking lot -- my car -- I ran outside without hope the car and keys would still be there. But they were. Praise the Lord! Cars around mine had changed so I figured either no one saw the keys (unlikely since they were so obvious) or were honest enough to not take them.
My heart was beating wildly with relief . Imagine the trouble a stolen car would have caused -- lack of transportation, loss of hundreds of dollars of bowling equipment, office files and more. Plus dealing with the insurance company and police, finding a way home, having to get rides to look for a replacement car, not being able to bowl league until I could afford new equipment, missing doctor appointments, etc.
The list could go on and on.
All I could do was look into the blue sky and say, "Thank you, Lord. Once again you saved me."
You may have different beliefs but if you develop the positive outlook of "An attitude of gratitude" and give thanks for every daily blessing (traffic lights on green, dropping something and not having it break, and so on) your life will be enriched.
Being grateful for blessings does not eliminate money woes, trouble at work, rude drivers, a disrespectful teenager, poor customer service or other things that could aggravate us daily, but giving thanks to God or to the universe for blessing you will allow peace into your heart and soul.
But don't take my word for it. Try giving thanks for everyday blessings for a week and see how life becomes more positive for you. It works for me and could for you, too.
And, yes, from now on I will put my keys in a pocket as soon as I get out of my car.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
We all have things we don't like and things we do. Here are some of my thoughts about what I don't like and the positive side of what I do like. Maybe you can relate.
I don't like the way I look , but I do like the goal weight picture I keep in my mind and realize that goal can be achieved, despite setbacks, if I work diligently, day by day, inch by inch, pound by pound to get there.
I don't like that I sometimes overindulge as with the last two days, but I do like that new beginnings are unlimited and may start at any time which I will do every time I backslide.
I don't like that there is so much housework and yardwork that needs to be done, but I like the feeling I get when I have totally cleaned a room of the house or have raked several bags of leaves knowing I am making progress.
I don't like being alone, but I do like knowing that if there is a special someone meant for me to meet that it will be so and if not that I am comfortable living life anyway.
I don't like being in everyday pain from back problems, but I do like being able to still get around on my own without a walker or wheelchair although some days are more difficult than others and that I can still work out, within limits.
I don't like that money often seems in short supply, but I do like knowing that when unexpected repairs or other bills pop up that there always seems a way to pay for them.
I don't like that my normal positive attitude sometimes isn't , but I do like knowing that those down times don't last and that I have friends I can call to talk to and your blogs and posts to read to perk me back up .
I don't like the times when the words don't work and I don't make progress on my book , but I do like how far I've come with it and how writer's block doesn't last .
I don't like that I procrastinate, but I do like that it is a habit that can be broken, one task at a time.
I don't like that I will probably never meet all of my SP and Facebook friends in person , but I do like those I have met and the new friends I have made knowing that meeting more of you may happen in the future .
I don't like the frequent feeling that my life is empty, but I do like believing there is something important for me to do waiting for me and that I can pray for it to be a mighty mountain of challenge as I keep my eyes open for opportunities to serve others.
I don't like that I need to keep this short, but I do like being able to share more thoughts another time.
Be well. Let peace fill your hearts.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
When I last blogged in February it was to say goodbye to Little Thang, one of my kitties.
Today it is to say goodbye to Brownie, my last kitty , the second one to pass on this year and the third in two years.
Brownie and Little Thang were strays that came to the house a number of years ago, about six months before Kitty who passed on last year. All three were amazingly compatible with each other and with my dogs.
During the past week Brownie ate less and less and became lethargic. When I took him to the vet today, she said Brownie likely wouldn't make it through the day so we said goodbye, she gave the injection, and we watched and caressed Brownie as he quietly left us.
Brownie was about the friendliest cat I have ever seen; no one was a stranger to him. A couple of years ago a friend stopped by. He hadn't seen Brownie before but as soon as he sat down in the living room Brownie was on his lap, purring and doing the paw kneading thing cats do. A couple of minutes later he was asleep in my friend's lap.
One of the things Brownie loved the most was stretching out on the kitchen window ledge, especially when the window was open with a breeze blowing in.
He loved deli turkey and chicken. No matter how quiet I tried to be to trick him, he always heard the bread being unwrapped and I would hear "Meow, meow, meow," because he knew what was coming next. So as I made my sandwich I would have to pull apart a piece or two for him because his hearing couldn't be tricked.
But as much as he liked turkey and chicken, what he loved the most was being cuddled. When I was at the table Brownie would climb up, curl next to the computer and wait until I cupped his head in one of my hands so he could sleep. The problem was that he stretched his rear legs across the keyboard so I had to keep moving his legs with my free hand while trying to type one-handed at the same time. There was no way, though, that I would wake him; his head felt too warm in my hand and with his kitty motor purring, waking him would have been thoughtless.
I'll give a neighbor the cleaned out litter box and the leftover food and treats for her four kitties.
And, as before, I will notice how quiet the house is, and probably will forget Brownie is no longer with me when I call his name. Baby and Thumper, my dogs, know something is not right. They saw me leave with Brownie and then watched me come home crying without him. They haven't left my side as they offer their sympathy, sensing, I'm sure, that Brownie will no longer bless our house.
But one thing is certain -- Brownie, as with all the other pets that have shared my life over the years -- will always remain in my thoughts and in my heart. Brownie. I love you and miss you.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Three weeks ago I wrote about losing another pet, Little Thang, a kitty I took in as a stray eight years ago. When I said goodbye to her I also said goodbye to another piece of my heart as we all do when we lose someone or something close to us.
Over the past several years there have too many relatives, friends and pets pass on that I am surprised there is any of my heart left.
It is this accumulation of losses that left me feeling numb.
But, you encouraged me even as some of you are going through similar situations.
As I thought how best to express my gratitude for having you stand with me during this latest loss, I realized that merely saying, "Thank you," is not enough.
I appreciate your friendship and hope you know how much you helped me. It may not be enough but when I say, "Thank you," it is from my heart that grows a bit larger as it fills with the support and sympathy you have shown me during this time.
Sunday, February 05, 2012
Anyone who is or who has been a pet lover knows how hard this is to write. Last night at 11:00 one of my beloved kitty babies passed away.
She came to my house at the beginning of 2004, along with Brownie, another stray cat. I named her Little Thang because she was skinny and such a cute lil 'ol thang. When I brought them inside after deciding to keep them, she seemed happy to have a home and accepted her new status with contentment.
But during the past two weeks she began climbing on my bed and crawling on top of me, resting her face in my neck. I'd pet her as I read then hold her while I slept.
In the last few days she had become thinner but yesterday, other than a couple of small bites, she ignored her food and wouldn't drink water. She didn't seem to be in pain and never once cried out. I held her to my chest as her buddy, Thumper the Shepherd, looked at us and nudged Little Thang with her nose.
It was always funny watching the two of them together, Little Thang licking Thumper's face as if she were cleaning it and then Thumper licking Little Thang, leaving doggie slobber all over Little Thang's face.
Last night, Little Thang became much weaker but the vet's was closed and the emergency vet clinic wasn't open so I cuddled with her in bed lying next to her as she stretched out on a cool sheet.
But then Thumper, who had climbed on the bed and again was nosing Little Thang as if to say, "Let's play," began whimpering. Little Thang stretched her head and looked back at me, moved her lips, shuddered and passed on.
Some may think me crazy, but just as I had been telling her how much she was loved and what a good kitty she was, I believe she was telling me it was time for her to go.
Death is not a welcome guest, even though we all know it is inevitable.
For me, there has been so much of it the past few years as relatives, friends and pets departed, that I wonder how there can still be so many tears left to flow down my face.
Although I am blessed to still have Thumper, Brownie, and another stray I adopted, Baby the Boxer, with me, the house seems empty. The dogs sense my sadness and seek petting. Thumper has been going into the bedroom and out then back in looking, I'm sure, for Little Thang, her buddy.
I know there will be many happy memories to help soften the sad times of the future and that I will likely need to go through this again but for now I will cry unashamedly and believe Little Thang knew she was loved for the eight years we had together.
R.I.P. Little Thang. I firmly believe we will meet again one day.
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