We cannot have the positives without the negatives. That would be like appeasing the sunshine whilst denying harsh rain. Still, some get more than their fair share of the negative. Faith can turn that around.
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Positives and negatives all throughout life,
No matter where you go,
No fooling yourself or ordering strife,
Why send your heart low?
Every job known has its cruel tendency,
No matter where you reach,
Times for ascendency and redundancy,
Besides soul’s want to beseech.
Silver lining or thunder cloud,
Both as the fact remits,
Standing together as one – both allowed,
That is what God permits.
Accept or deny are beside the point,
Just as a fact that is,
Solemnly forward and premise to anoint,
Realities fine to kiss.
Balance is the matter of Spirit’s accord,
Tending through the way,
Better are we to find closeness with the Lord,
And there is better to stay.
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Flexibility is blessed. It pays to view the ups and downs of life the same. This is not to say we shouldn’t be thankful for the good things that happen. We’re to be thankful despite what happens to us.
As a job hunter scans the jobs advertised they subconsciously see the advantages and disadvantages for each. Not one job has just advantages, and if it did, once the tenure had closed then it would be all uphill from there.
Life can never be a pure bed of roses for long. That’s a dreamland reality that scoops for itself the fire of eventual disdain into its lap.
Getting Used to the Flow of Both Positive and Negative
The longer a discussion like this goes the closer the issues of maturity and humility are to be raised. These are both equating to balance—the ability to take (still smiling) the hard rub with the shiny flow.
Enter the cauldron of practice.
A diary or journal is fantastic for this. As I look over my year’s journal around Christmas-time I note bad days with red flags (the ‘emotional’ colour) and good ones with yellow (the ‘positive’ colour). After I’ve finished, I look over the two inches of pages and find those pages littered with red and yellow fascinating. Out of the clusters of them, and the odd day red or yellow, no matter—I endured them all.
This helps me order perspective over my life. It’s not all good. It’s not all bad either. Perspective is good because it forces us to look squarely down the barrel of truth. The truth cannot hurt the mature. And it’s the mature that sow resilience for themselves and all those that rely on them.
Embrace your truth. Challenge your perspective. Reap peace at accord with acceptance.
© 2011 S. J. Wickham.
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