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darkemeraldsAfter a ridiculous two weeks at work (during which a single bad posting in the financial system resulted in...well, many hours of overtime and phone calls to Germany and hair-on-fire crisis mode, and generally a collapsing universe), I finally escaped late yesterday for four days off.
I planned to be happy and positive and all living-room-painty. But when I went to bed, I found my thoughts straying to the negative. I felt outside myself, alienated. Stress does that. It's awful. I woke up this morning in a tenuous frame of mind, rested but not chipper. Where, I wondered, are my happy, positive thoughts?
So I got dressed and made coffee and started my laundry, and pretty soon there was a knock on my door. A nice group of Jehovah's Witnesses were standing there--a man, a woman, some little children--holding out a leaflet.
Why yes. Yes I would!
I accepted the leaflet gratefully (I love the thin, thin paper JW leaflets are printed on) and thanked the nice people with a smile. I'm about as likely to go to a Jehovah's Witness religious event as to fly to the moon on gossamer wings, but I'm happy to accept a good message where it's offered.
Besides, I kind of like the tone. "Here I am," God said with a long-suffering sigh, "Creating new heavens and a new earth." Can't you just imagine her adding, "And does anyone notice? No, they do not! I don't know why I keep trying."
But I'm all for former things not being called to mind or coming up into my heart. 'Cause I've got a living room to paint and a truckload of stuff to get rid of, and happy, positive thoughts will be a big help.
I planned to be happy and positive and all living-room-painty. But when I went to bed, I found my thoughts straying to the negative. I felt outside myself, alienated. Stress does that. It's awful. I woke up this morning in a tenuous frame of mind, rested but not chipper. Where, I wondered, are my happy, positive thoughts?
So I got dressed and made coffee and started my laundry, and pretty soon there was a knock on my door. A nice group of Jehovah's Witnesses were standing there--a man, a woman, some little children--holding out a leaflet.
Why yes. Yes I would!
I accepted the leaflet gratefully (I love the thin, thin paper JW leaflets are printed on) and thanked the nice people with a smile. I'm about as likely to go to a Jehovah's Witness religious event as to fly to the moon on gossamer wings, but I'm happy to accept a good message where it's offered.
Besides, I kind of like the tone. "Here I am," God said with a long-suffering sigh, "Creating new heavens and a new earth." Can't you just imagine her adding, "And does anyone notice? No, they do not! I don't know why I keep trying."
But I'm all for former things not being called to mind or coming up into my heart. 'Cause I've got a living room to paint and a truckload of stuff to get rid of, and happy, positive thoughts will be a big help.