Do you ever have one of those periods in time when nothing seems to go quite right? No matter what you do, it just seems like there's a black cloud hanging over your head? They call it Murphy's Law…whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.
I seem to be passing through one of those storms now. I choose the words "passing through" and "storm" because I am practicing optimism. I am hoping that this is temporary. I am practicing patience. I am living in the eternal hope that eventually things turn out all right. I am clinging to the belief that things are going to turn around soon and that things happen the way they do for a reason. That is what we must do. Practice optimism, hope, patience, and know that things turn around when they are supposed to.
I randomly picked out a book from my shelf, and it was "The Path" by Laurie Beth Jones. I randomly opened it and came upon the following passage under a heading, The Power of Positive Prophecy.
"One of the most important things we can do for others-and for ourselves-is to create and maintain an atmosphere charged with positive prophecies. While not all of us were fortunate enough to have parents or grandparents or families who gave us positive prophecies about ourselves, I believe that God always offers a compensating balance of grace to us. I believe that somewhere, sometime, someone offered you a positive prophecy about yourself. Perhaps it was a comment that shocked or surprised you. Perhaps it was an observation that you automatically dismissed out of foot-shuffling humility. But if you think back, I would be willing to bet that you can remember some encouragement that had been given to you-a compliment that, if believed, could be used as a key to unlock your destiny (Jones, 1996, p. 39)."
As I thought about this passage and the concept of positive prophecy, I realized that I have been given many of these compliments or comments or prophecies, and they will come again.
Jones, Laurie Beth. (1996). The Path: Creating Your Mission Statement for Work and Life, Hyperion, New York.
© Carla Weaver 2013