Into each life a little rain must fall. Sometimes the rain turns out to be a downpour. Other times it is a fine drizzle. It comes as disappointment, sorrow, or grief. Whatever shape it takes, it brings with it a gray sense of doom. Nothing in the world will ever be right again. Life is destined to be parked under the never ending rain cloud. The saying "There is no such thing as a permanent mood" sounds like wishful thinking.
Into this swamp of despair lumbers the art of the ultimatizing. Ultimatizing is the best friend of one caught in a rain storm of life. "I will never work again." "No one will ever love me." "I will never be able to fit into this dress again." "I will never get rid of this cough." "I will never be able to be seen in public because of this zit the size of Texas on my nose which will never leave." You know the patter. We all do it. We turn one moment in time into the standard by which the rest of life will be lived. As friend of mine wisely counsels when am I prone to such proclamations, "Oh just stop it." She is right. No good can come of this type of comment. Of course, life will change. It has probably changed in the ten seconds it has taken you to read this blog. Life changes in a heart beat. You never know what is right around the corner and out of sight just watching to catch you with joy or excitement. The next time the temptation to make ultimate statements looms, just remember, no good can come of it. So, look at yourself in the mirror and smile. Try to catch a passing cloud of grace and let it carry you on out into the sunshine. Who knows what will appear between the bouts of rain?
Into this swamp of despair lumbers the art of the ultimatizing. Ultimatizing is the best friend of one caught in a rain storm of life. "I will never work again." "No one will ever love me." "I will never be able to fit into this dress again." "I will never get rid of this cough." "I will never be able to be seen in public because of this zit the size of Texas on my nose which will never leave." You know the patter. We all do it. We turn one moment in time into the standard by which the rest of life will be lived. As friend of mine wisely counsels when am I prone to such proclamations, "Oh just stop it." She is right. No good can come of this type of comment. Of course, life will change. It has probably changed in the ten seconds it has taken you to read this blog. Life changes in a heart beat. You never know what is right around the corner and out of sight just watching to catch you with joy or excitement. The next time the temptation to make ultimate statements looms, just remember, no good can come of it. So, look at yourself in the mirror and smile. Try to catch a passing cloud of grace and let it carry you on out into the sunshine. Who knows what will appear between the bouts of rain?
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