I seem to need the same reminder over and over these days. My husband would agree. 😉 What reminder? Stop worrying about things that are out of your control. Focus on what is in front of you today.
Sounds easy enough. And yet, I continue to struggle. I am beginning to recognize it more quickly, so I suppose that is progress. Or maybe, it is just part of life. Either way, here is a little reminder for me. And anyone else who might need one. ❤
Holding on Too tight To things I cannot Control Tension Held in Clenched fists Raised shoulders A stiff neck Its journey Does not End there It travels on To the heart Then shows On my face- The struggle Within me Seeping out- Perhaps The solution is Also within me A cleansing breath In and out Allowing Every fiber To release The hands To relax A full circle Ending with An honest Smile and Open heart
I love it when I rediscover something. Especially when it involves music. Such was the case this week.
I happened to notice a friend sharing a new music album on their Instagram. The name of the album was Out of Body, the group Need to Breathe.
“Oh yeah, I used to listen to them. Such a great sound. Maybe I’ll check it out.”
Later that evening, I downloaded the album. It played in the car on my way to school the next day and again on my way home. On the second listen, one song stood out-Banks. The following lyrics stuck with me.
I wanna hold you close but never hold you back
I’ll be the banks for your river
Turned out to be the inspiration for a poem. 🙂
Walking Alongside The riverbank Wondering What it might Have to say
Wisdom Gathered In tiny bits Only when The water is Still and quiet
Changes In the current Noticed by Trees leaning In just close Enough
These wise Residents Hold hands- Keeping The river In place
Sometimes The bank Allows itself To be overtaken When the river Loses its way
Patiently It waits for The waters To recede And continue On their journey
Strength Evidenced in Roots and trees Dirt and rocks Always faithful to Its fickle friend
Humility In willingness To give up a Part of itself Every time The river strays
Wondering If the riverbank Will share some Of its wisdom While I quietly Take a seat
Kids love to share their thoughts and opinions. Sometimes, they express wisdom beyond their years. I was reminded of this during my second-grade music class.
Our music lesson this week was an introduction to Thanksgiving. Before teaching students a song about being thankful, I asked a question. “What are you thankful for?”
The answers from this particular class were basic and sweet. Food, clothes, family, and friends topped the list. One boy excitedly mentioned his grandmother coming to visit from Mexico.
And then one little girl gave the most precious answer. She very sincerely said, “I am thankful for the food my mom cooks. Even if it is food I don’t like. I would never want to hurt her feelings.”
The more I considered her answer, the more wisdom I recognized. This little girl truly understands what it means to be thankful. Being thankful for something, even if it isn’t exactly the “something” you want. I don’t always display that level of maturity.
Thanksgiving will be here soon. My home will be filled with family, friends, and good food. Hopefully, I will remember that being thankful has very little to do with “things.” It has everything to do with the attitude of my heart toward others.
As for today, I am thankful for the unexpected wisdom of a sweet second-grade girl.
Wednesday did not go as planned. Yes, I had a moment of clarity which encouraged me to be patient and focus on others. My mood improved and I felt prepared to face the rest of the day. At least, I thought I was prepared.
After being in pre-op for more than two hours, my dad was informed his surgery was canceled. Apparently, previous surgeries had taken longer than expected. A new anesthesiology policy would not permit the procedure to begin unless there was a guarantee of being finished by 5:00 P.M. What?!
Although the doctors were sincerely apologetic, I was extremely frustrated. You can imagine how my dad was feeling. I could not simply walk away without advocating him.
I not so quietly reminded them that Dad is 75, diabetic, and had been on a liquid diet for five days in preparation for this surgery. This was not acceptable. The doctors agreed and offered other possibilities, none of which were “best scenario” options.
Returning to the waiting room, I informed the rest of the family. By this time, I was angry. I shot off several texts to friends and family, expressing my frustration. Let’s just say, that patient attitude I had reclaimed earlier-well, it was gone.
Some dinner and quiet provided time to think about the situation. Maybe dad is not supposed to have this procedure right now. Are there other options to pursue? I don’t know. I do know we will do some more waiting. And for now, that is ok.
Waiting provides time for praying, researching, and asking questions. Which hopefully means the waiting will lead to wisdom. Which brings us back to patience.
On a positive note, we were able to enjoy the Fourth of July. A small family cookout and some fireworks at a local park. For that I am thankful.