Daily Prompt; The Glass


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Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?

This is something I struggle with more than I care to admit. I want to look at the glassas half full. I try really hard to see it with an abundance of goodness…

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Daily Prompt; The Glass


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Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?

This is something I struggle with more than I care to admit. I want to look at the glass as half full. I try really hard to see it with an abundance of goodness throughout each day.

I let my mind grow weak and weary at times. When this happens the glass looks more on the empty side.

It is the outlook on life that keeps us healthy and wise. To wake up each morning saying, thank-you God for a new day of sharing your goodness.

Having a good glass of pure positive is a wonderful way to stay strong living daily challenges. You see sunshine when it is raining and dreary outside. You understand riches although you are standing in your kitchen holding the last slice of bread.

You can have squabbles with your mate and yet still say, I’m sorry.

I know all this and yet the first time Al is having a bad day or we are on our way to the ER once again, I let that glass drop below the half mark. I begin to fret and worry that he will not recover.

You see, if I looked at it as half full I would know and understand that my powers are limited. I would realize that Al is in God’s hands and not mine. All my worrying and making myself want to run and hide would not happen.

I am a mere human walking this rugged road here on earth. I am a born sinner. I react before praying. I thank God that he forgives my sins. Many a time has he lifted me up into his arms and brought comfort when I can find no inner peace on these bumpy paths.

God wants me to look at the glass as full. He wants me to understand that no matter what is going on around me, I am safe with him. He wants me to see that he will walk me through life and I should lay my worries a side.

I won’t sit and beat myself up for being weak. Why should I? It would only wear me down quicker and  maybe help toss me in the hands of ones who hate us.

I sometimes ponder on what makes me wake up some mornings with a bright sunshine in my inner soul. Maybe it is because I didn’t receive any late phone calls from the facility. Or maybe it is because I didn’t cheat and eat sugars that day. Or maybe it is because before I closed my eyes the night before, I talked to God. He loves us, he hears us, and he is always by our side. He knows I want that glass half full.