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Howdy Folks and Good Day!
Even the most positive people have “off” days when everything seems to be going
wrong. I had one recently where a bunch
of little stuff swept over me one after the other. No one thing in and of itself was enough to “get
my goat” as they say, but discovering my cat had projectile vomited all over
the side of the couch and finding a hoard of mating aphids on the cut
sunflowers on my dining room table seemed to be the final straw! No matter how positive I try to see things, I
wasn’t seeing anything good at that moment.
So I stopped. I closed my eyes. I took several deep breaths…
And I asked God to help me change
what I could and let go of the rest.
Sometimes that’s all we can do.
I looked around and realized the
most important thing I needed to change was to stop neglecting my own self
care. It was already after
After getting a glass of water, I then realized I could change my priorities. There was stuff that simply would have to wait until tomorrow.
And I could change my attitude.
Sometimes changing our attitude is easier said than done, but it is our responsibility to make this inward change and allow it to express outwardly. When we commit to changing our attitude for the better, it truly can change the world around us.
So I put on some happy and
soothing music and decided to tackle the one remaining job on my to-do list
which was
A funny thing happened… by the time my husband got home, I was in a good mood! I still felt tired, but I wasn’t so overwhelmed and stressed. And I wasn’t as completely exhausted as before so things didn’t seem quite as bad as they originally did.
There were still several things I wished had been different that day but I didn’t have any control over them. Recognizing I couldn’t do anything about them, I was able to let go of worrying about them. I simply prayed for God to take care of them. And when I found my mind starting to fuss, I repeated one of my favorite mantras / affirmations…
“It’s OK,
God’s working on it for me.”
And He was.
The next morning I woke up and things just seem to fall into place. I LOVE IT when that happens!
Instead of feeling stressed, I knew it would all work out. And I experienced the first peaceful and serene day I’ve had in a while. It felt great and I even took time to take care of me and say a prayer of thanks to the Big Guy for helping me out.
Sometimes all we need is some self
care, a helpful prayer, and the choice to let go of worry and control. So take care of YOU and have a truly great
day!
(And if it’s not, don’t worry. It’ll
be OK. God’s working on it for you!)
Peace, Love, Happiness, Health, Prosperity
Jeanette
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in the blanks.) Today, I desire and experience…
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I also affirm the following positive reality:
“There is an abundance of Love in my life.
I generate love for my Self merely by placing my hand on my heart and sending
my Self Love.
I also call on my angels and Creator and receive their infinite supply of Love.
I am Loved
deeply, wholly, collectively and unconditionally.”
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2.
“Angels encourage everyone in the
right direction...up.”
3.
A NOTE From Guest
Author, Bernice Becker:
Dear Friends,
I thought you might enjoy a very short story
I wrote for my writing class. It came to my mind recently, as my friend Betty
who is mentioned in the story, recently lost her husband of over sixty years. I
have been in touch with her and we found ourselves reminiscing. I mentioned to
her that I had written a story about our dating days. She was very delighted. I
hope that you are too! Here it is:
A Dark
by Bernice
Becker
Betty and I were
best friends. We did everything together--even double-dating. Tonight our dates
were not only interesting and intelligent but were skilled dancers. Emerson,
Betty’s date, was the sophisticated intellectual type. Edward was more down to
earth and likeable, with a sense of humor, “my type.”
I slipped on my new
dress purchased for the occasion. It fit well and was lovely. I told myself
that it was worth the $7.95 I had spent.
I walked to Betty’s
house where the fellows would be picking us up. I noticed the blue black
wondrous sky with the pearly white moon and glittering stars that smiled down
on me.
Betty and I were in
high spirits in anticipation of a romantic evening as we greeted each other
with compliments. She ‘loved’ my dress. I ‘loved’ her latest hairdo.
The two fellows
arrived. They were stylish and handsome.
My heart quickened
a beat as Edward helped me with my coat and as he opened the car door for me to
get inside the back.
Betty sat in front
with Emerson as it was his car.
We chatted as we
moved slowly along
Suddenly I heard
angry voices, how could things change that quickly? I also noticed that the sky
had become dark and the stars were now hidden by storm clouds.
Betty and her date were
fighting. I thought Betty was wrong to let herself get involved on a Saturday
night date in a squabble. Worst of all, I didn’t want my night ruined. “Don’t
spoil our plans,” I thought to myself.
Suddenly, Emerson
stopped the car at a safe spot and said words I hated to hear. “Get out.”
Because Betty was my close friend I got out also.
We felt awful
walking along the street. No stars either. We were afraid the rain would start
and we would be soaked. Other fellows opened their car doors encouraging us to
come in from the cold. Of course we would not dare to get into a car with
people we didn’t know.
We were not far
from my street and had just reached Betty’s house. We were amazed to see the
boys parked in Emerson’s car in front of Betty’s house. Emerson jumped out of
the car, saying he was ashamed and realized he had done something very wrong
and begged Betty to forgive his behavior.
I would have been
furious if she didn’t. Both Edward and I were much relieved.
Emerson happily
chose a popular restaurant for dinner and he insisted on paying the bill.
We still had time
for some enjoyable dancing and as we drove home we saw the sky had changed. No
longer was it a stormy and dark night. It was beautiful again as the sparkling
stars smiled down on the four romantic young people.
— © Bernice Becker
— Thanks to Dr.
Barbara Becker
In private
practice since 1981, Dr. Barbara Becker
4.
“A kiss or hug is better than a
punch in the eye!”
— © Bob
Sax
5.
ValueSpeak
A Weekly Column
By
LITTLE BATHROOM OF HORRORS
I don't want you to think I'm paranoid or anything, but my razor is out
to get me.
Really.
I'm serious about this.
It bit me the other day when I was shaving. And no, I didn't cut myself. I may be paranoid, but I'm not . . . you know
. . . whacko. It bit me. I know the difference. I tend to cut myself when I'm not paying
attention, or trying to shave too quickly.
I make a false move and I nick myself.
I've done that a thousand times, and I know it when I do it.
But this was different. I was
concentrating on my shaving. I was in
sort of a shaving "zone" -- totally focused. I wasn't trying to move too quickly, and I
didn't make any false moves. But all of
a sudden I could feel this nick, and I was bleeding, and the only explanation
is that my razor just reached up and bit me.
I'm not making this up.
I looked at it, and its steely, double-edged lips seemed to be turned up
slightly at the ends in a deviously sharp, slightly bloody smile. I spent the rest of the day dabbing at the
little slits by the corner of my mouth, trying to explain to everyone who would
listen that I hadn't really cut myself shaving; I had been bitten by my razor.
And then I went home to my Little Bathroom of Horrors.
The only thing I can figure is that somehow Gillette sold me a direct
lineal descendant of Sweeney Todd's razor.
You remember Sweeney -- "the demon barber of Fleet Street" of
song and Broadway musical? According to
the legend, people would come in to get a shave from the guy and end up in a
meat pie.
That's what I'm talking about.
This razor is a bad seed. It got
me again when I shaved today. And now
that it has tasted blood, there's no telling what it will do.
I don't mind telling you: I'm afraid.
I'm very afraid.
Of course, it COULD be that the thing I'm really afraid of here is that
everyone will know what a klutz I am, so I've invented this "razor
bite" story as a way of explaining all these scars on my face. I don't mean "invented" to imply
that I'm lying -- I may have convinced myself that it is true. But deep down inside -- somewhere below the
layers of skin that I seem to be systematically scraping away with my razor --
I know that I'm not being victimized by an inanimate object. I'm being victimized by me -- or rather, by
the same lack of hand-eye coordination that made me an all-field, no-hit Little
Leaguer and still causes me to quiver at the mention of the word
"Pong."
Accepting responsibility for your own actions can be tough -- especially
when doing so makes you look clumsy or inconsiderate or thoughtless or
dumb. It can be particularly daunting
for those in the public eye, who risk wide-spread criticism, ridicule and even
legal action when they acknowledge personal responsibility for Stuff Gone
Wrong. That's why I admire those who are
able to step up and accept the blame for that poorly thrown pass, or that
ill-advised executive decision, or that inappropriate public comment. To say "I'm responsible -- right or
wrong" demonstrates great courage, extraordinary integrity and an awful
lot of self-confidence.
Not to
mention a complete absence of paranoia.
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— ©
For more ValueSpeak, please visit http://www.sfpnn.com/joseph_walker1.htm
E-mail Joseph at: valuespeak@msn.com
Look for Joe's book, "How
Can You Mend a Broken Spleen? Home Remedies for an Ailing World." It is available on-line through www.Amazon.com.
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