Curse Becomes Blessing

It happened. Again.

It just won’t leave me alone. No matter what I do, no matter what happens during the day, it always returns. With a vengeance. 

There are so many things that trigger it. 

All seems good and then, suddenly, it’s b-a-a-ack!

You might be thinking that I’m talking about some sort of physical pain. You might be imagining that I twisted my thumb or pinky finger. Using these digits in any way would automatically generate torment. 

But it isn’t that kind of affliction.

It’s that melody!  It’s stuck in my head and it’s making me miserable!

Who Will Be There?

You’ve been invited to a party.  Maybe it’s a holiday celebration of some sort.  Maybe it’s a formal dinner.  There’s a part of you that wants to say, “Yes”.  And yet, there’s hesitancy as well.

On our way to a decision, many of us make up our minds by asking, “Who is going to be there?”

Most of us want to be comfortable and accepted.  Most of us want to know that there are people attending that we know.  There are commonalities.  There is shared history.  They are like us.

This eliminates that need to ‘mingle’ with those we don’t know.  We’re not totally against mingling, but it’s almost like the first time we ventured into water that was over our heads.  We needed to know that touching the bottom would be possible with only a feeble stride or two.  Solid ground is within reach.

I wonder about our reluctance, though.  What opportunity might present itself to us and others should we decline the invitation due to mingle-fear?

Two considerations:

Morning Possibilities

We come with beautiful secrets
We come with purposes written on our hearts, written on our souls
We come to every new morning
With possibilities only we can hold, that only we can hold

Redemption comes in strange place, small spaces
Calling out the best of who we are
     "Add To The Beauty"
     Sara Groves YouTube

Would not most of us want to be the best of who we are?
Would not most of us want to be fulfilling our purpose?

We can start again every morning.
We can open our eyes and our hearts with each new dawn.
We can hear those whispered fleeting nudges.

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