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Sprinkle. Spread. Focus

 

You, dear reader, kind of know me. My blog title, the glass is half full, gives you a clue into my predisposition. I find the positive in nearly every situation. Or, more accurately, 'found' the positive.

I'm struggling. And I know that I'm not alone. There is just so so so so much to struggle with - emotionally, physically, mentally that it's difficult not to get overwhelmed. Know what I mean?

I listened to a great sermon last Sunday. I felt uplifted and motivated to be the change - to live like Christ and lean in to the Holy Spirit and to focus on all that is "true, honorable, worthy of respect, right ...brings peace...worthy of praise" (this is a terrible paraphrase of Philippians 4:8 but you get the picture, and I'm sure God won't mind if it's not perfect when I'm trying to concisely communicate the point). John and I were in great moods as we had those words on our minds and we saw a sign that read "Sprinkle goodness like confetti, the world needs it right now". Amen, we said! Our hearts were full and we were ready to sprinkle and spread and focus. Sprinkle, spread, focus. Sprinkle, spread, focus. Can't you just picture us? Can't you just see how filled up with good intentions were we?

Then . . . there's always a 'then', isn't there? You know what I'm talking about, when life or the world does it's own kind of sprinkle all over your good intentions. That's the 'then' - I witnessed a nasty altercation between two men in the parking lot of the golf course. I'm not sure what started it but I heard a whole lot of F-bombs and other colorful language sprinkling all over my goodness-confetti intentions. Of course, it turned political. My smile turned upside down as I listened to bits and pieces. I felt my heart breaking, hope disintegrating. My divided heart. My glass emptying.

John came back to the car, having missed the whole thing and when I told him he reminded me "There's nothing you could do. Focus on what you can control". I said something like, 'but in 'normal' times those two men would not have lashed out. Our world is upside down crazy and stressed'. He reminded me, that was not within my control. And he's right. My magic wand and fairy dust are in storage, I thought, but I do have the words from the sermon, Philippians and the random sign and my positive disposition that I can use to right the parts of the world I can control. My heart was mending, hope coming back and my glass was full (literally because John had purchased a wine spritzer for me while I rode in the golf cart providing snarky feedback).

It is my mission now to sprinkle, spread and focus. Look for more on this 'project' in coming weeks. Because truly, the world needs a shower of goodness/kindness confetti. I hope you'll join me!

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