Broken Glass

I am tottering on the brink of rage, seething and angry in the aftermath of broken glass. Not a dropped glass lying broken in a puddle of spilled milk on a kitchen floor, but a shattering of trust. In the aftermath of trust broken, I spent today setting sharp steel traps in conversations and coming at friends with words like poison-tipped claws.

I focused on the darkness not the light.

For months I sensed need in the other, yet I failed to respond, sitting back, waiting for a request for help that never came. I ignored the need.

Tonight, I realize that failure entangled at least two participants. Together we shattered the trust.

“If my friend’s mother in a distant town falls ill and he urgently desires to visit her, which would reveal a deeper friendship—my lending him my motor-bike in response to his request for it, or my taking it to his door as soon as I heard of the need, without waiting to be asked?” —Leslie Weatherhead, The Transforming Friendship.

Today, Weatherhead’s words start a tiny ripple of potential change within me. In my exhaustion, I find a quiet strength in my Creator – strength enough to make useless the sharp steel traps and poison-tipped claws, if I simply make time to pray.

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Change Your Thinking by Maryellen Smith
“If you can’t change your fate, change your attitude.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson At any given point in time, you’re only one thought away from changing your thinking. What thought can you change today? MS