HUMILITY

Not too long ago, my son came to paint the ceiling in my home. Paint had dropped onto my floor and it left a mess. I cleaned it with my Swiffer mop and although I managed to get some of it removed, much was still left on my floor, I tried other solvents and nothing worked. Instead of dealing with it, I put my efforts into other areas of my home. But those paint spatters were an eye sore. I knew the day would come that I would have to buckle down and get on my hands and knees and tackle it.
I felt that it would be an undaunting task. The day came and I decided I would either succeed or die trying. I got me a bucket of hot water, a sponge, some old towels and a magic eraser. I figured by the time I got done my back would be killing me and I would be completely bald from pulling my hair out. I turned on some good country music to jump start my adrenaline.
As I started, the paint was coming up a lot easier than had been anticipated. I was so excited by this and I continued on till the whole floor had been done! Then looking over my floor I noticed one little drop of paint still left behind, I went over and began to work that spot, it would not budge, I tried scraping it up, I tried everything but that little sucker would not go away. It still sits on my floor, so small you can’t even see it unless you get down and search for it. I have affectionately named it humility. Lol

Hypocrocy

I fell asleep hard last night and awoke about 1:30 a.m. my mind was filled with so much turmoil. Satan was tormenting my mind with needles of injustices, fretting over things that might happen, fear and anger. I wrestled with it looking for a way to free my mind of these troublesome thoughts. I pleaded with my Heavenly Father to help me free my mind and soul. The harder I tried to find peace the stronger the same annoyances came, they were flooding my mind. I pleaded even harder. I felt like a cornered animal that searches looking for a way out of their situation. How do we escape our own mind?

I kept changing position and everything I tried to replace such negativity with only opened the door to another doubt, another scenario that would cause me even more mental stress. Somewhere in the midst of this came the word TOLERANCE. I began to ponder on this word and what it meant. The unease of my mind was being brought on by some people who are not tolerant of what I believe. As I laid and thought about it, I realized I was being a hypocrit because I was not being tolerant toward them. I was too busy being offended and feeling as if I was headed for a show down which did not fit in with this world of Zen I had been trying to create.

So in my pleading with my Heavenly Father to help get me straight, He was chastizing me for accusing others of something I, myself was guilty of. I laid there, tears filled my eyes. I was so grateful to see His hand once again working in my life. When I accepted this little lesson, my mind cleared and my feet were set on the path of peace that I was so desperately trying to find again.

I love my Heavenly Father and my Savior for their tender mercies and the power to free me from my own mental prison.