It’s easy to get discouraged. If I were brutally honest, I can go from okay to completely bummed out in a very short period of time if I am not vigilant in guarding my thoughts.
I literally need a hall monitor for my brain.
Here’s a trick I’ve learned: look up, not down.
Look up at the things you love, look up at the things you’ve been given, look up at every single positive and good thing that God has put in your path today: got up? Great! Remembered to brush your teeth? Thank you God, that I have teeth to brush! Showered? Thank you God, that I have adequate water in which to bathe – was the water hot? Hallelujah! Have a job to go (no matter what it is) where they pay you enough to afford food and shelter? Lord, I am infinitely Blessed.
Feeling unloved or alone? Look up…at the cross. Don’t feel guilty, don’t feel sad. Feel, instead, amazed that someone loved and valued you so much that He Gave Up His Life for yours.
(Yeah, okay. I always get a little teary still. I know I’m not worthy. I know I didn’t deserve it. And I’m still un-learning that God’s love has anything to do with what you’ve done or what you have. That’s the human, broken down sinner mentality I’m learning to shake off in favor of the “yeah, I’m not perfect but God still loves me where I stand” one.)
We choose which way to look in every moment of the day – head and not the tail, heavens and not our feet. Only one of those choices will keep us on the right path and help us to create everyday joy in our lives and appreciation for all that we are and have. Yes, life is difficult at times. We have challenges and crosses. We can’t change anything but our own perspective and vision…but when we do, we have the power to transform our world.
Help me Lord, to always look up to keep life from pulling me down.
You would think it would take less than 43 years for someone who was raised Roman Catholic and attended 16 years of Catholic School to call themselves a Believer.
I may have called myself a believer, but you can’t be a believer if you have no idea what believing actually feels like, or what it is or what it isn’t. You can’t really consider yourself a believer until you make an active decision to ACT like a believer, to ACT in faith.
When I say I’m a Believer, let me be very clear: I believe in God. I believe in Jesus Christ. I believe in the power of love and in the Universe. I believe that we are meant for many and wonderful things. I believe that break it down how you will via religion and dogma, but at the end of the day we’re all really in it for the same thing because we are all inextricably part of it. I’m not here to argue semantics or rules, I’m here feeling it in my gut.
I’ve never wanted my faith so badly, nor worked so hard on a daily basis to change my own mind into one that could accept that life could be more, and that I am more than I know as a part of a grand whole.
I’ve been wanting so badly to write all of this: not wanting to push my views others but happy to share them as I hopefully start to model the things people more want to be. I want to attract people with my writing and to help them find their own paths, believing it can be done.
This is a leap of faith for me. I’m stepping out. Hello World. I am a Believer in God and in Jesus Christ and I believe that it is when I say that first that everything else can finally begin. I am born a new person, with limitless potential.
Thank you Joel Osteen, Marianne Williamson, Jen Sincero, Rhonda Byrne, Zig Ziglar and C.S.Lewis for unknowingly and sometimes very grudgingly, leading me to a place of new wonder and gratitude for all that is in this wonderful world.