Where's A Flower Pot When You Need One?

"I pray a flower pot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like I’d like to.”

I heard this line in a song the other night, been singing it ever since.

You see, this week, I have been angry...okay...no, the right word in that sentence is hurt, but I am human, and probably like you when I get hurt, one of my first reactions is anger.

At the start of the week I was pretty clear on why I was upset, could have (and did!) spouted off a list of reasons in a jiffy minute of all the ways I had been wronged and hurt in a certain situation. I probably would have found a flower pot and kicked it from the window sill myself if I had a chance! My Irish temperament and human flesh had taken hold of me. Even more dangerous...those around me could not really tell, that is when you know it is bad! Silent anger...the most powerful of all. I just sat in my anger and seethed! That is a great word, by the way...seethed!!!!!!!

Today is Friday. I have tried to figure out how I feel today and you know what, the anger is gone. I prayed it would be, I prayed I would release it somehow and the Lord has been faithful...I did. I have realized that the situation that had me so upset is really not about ME at all. Sometimes we just have to take a step back and look at the picture a different way, twist the frame, change the lighting. I am simply a reflection off of that glass picture frame, if you will allow me to keep indulging this "picture notion!" I am a constant watcher from the gallery. I am known by the picture, seen by the picture and the picture knows that when it starts to fall off its nail, I will be there to help place it back on the hook. But I am not IN the picture. I can't be mad at the picture for not including me in itself! That is crazy talk!

My situation, my hurt, my anger, all selfish ways of living, it is not about ME. It is not about how I have been wounded. It is up to me to turn my selfishness around, to find ways to be of help and not dwell on the ways I am (supposedly) being wronged. My friend is going through a horrible time, what good can come from my wounded pride in begging and pleading for the situation to change...none!

At the beginning of the week, anger and selfishness found me...and I welcomed them in like old friends. This morning, I woke up and booted them out of the house. I want to be what I claim to be, even when it is hard and even when it hurts. I want to step outside of myself and into the greater plan.

Anybody relate?

Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev