Change Your Thinking
Post # 999
“Hope is like air if not built on a fertile ground. A ground that requires attention and nurturing. You cannot stop working on that ground even if the hope is sprouting higher into the sky.”
Michael Bassey Johnson
My father has shared email after email with me over the years. Some I hate, (yes, we have very diverse views about some things) but others touch my very core. And it is his diligence in seeing that I am exposed to all manner of interesting faith filled (as well as lay) posts that has given me pause to closely consider all things that I read, when developing an idea for the lesson I want to impart! As much as I wish that I could always create an original idea, it really isn’t possible….at least not if I am to write every day. And it is this that was the inspiration for the following throwback “Thought”!
Thought For The Day 12/19/11
You’ve all heard the old saying “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure” but how many of you have actually sat down and thought deeply about just what the message of that saying really is? I, for one, really haven’t nor has any person in my family when I asked them about it. However, I read this next post which definitely gave me pause to consider my very own trash to treasure conversions and I just knew it was something I needed to share with you all as well. So the next time someone you know decides to throw something away, whether it’s something tangible or intangible, why not grab it up and see what miraculous transformation you can recreate that trash into. I’m betting you will surprise yourself at your ingenuity and once you effect this metamorphosis, give a second to thank the man upstairs that gave you that little nudge to re-evaluate the worth of the thing in the first place!
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this writing is unknown!
For the Lord is the Spirit, and wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. So all of us who have had that veil removed can see and reflect the glory of the Lord. And the Lord — who is the Spirit — makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image.
2 Corinthians 3:17-18 NLT
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