Why Do YOU Always Expect the Worst Instead of the Best?
why do you always expect the worst instead of the best
Why Do YOU Always Expect the Worst
Instead of the Best?
"Few persons live up to the faith which they really have. Fear is a master intellectual fraud practiced upon the evolving mortal soul."
The Urantia Book
Don't Get Lost in the Feeling... Challenge It!
Then, I stopped to recognize (become aware of) the fact that every now and then I feel a bit "edgy" without there being any dialogue attached to the feeling.
Subsequently, I realized that (like I have said so many times before) it requires no more energy to think even a "hidden negative thought" that leads to an "edgy" feeling than it does to think an "overtly clear positive thought" which leads to feelings that all is well and good.
The living connection to Father's indwelling spirit--the Thought Adjuster and the Spirit of Truth of the Creator Son will ever heighten awareness of every thought and reveal to the mind exactly what it represents.
Make the Best of Challenges
I came across this story a few days ago, which well illustrates the point I am wanting to convey.
What if the dad had made a different choice out of fear?
What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball.
Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?'
I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad
smile, put on a team shirt.. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. The pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
By time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay.'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
Source Article: GodVine.com
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
Why do you always expect the worst instead of the best when you have the power within you to make a difference?
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
"Do you not comprehend that God dwells within you, that he has become what you are that he may make you what he is!” 148:6.10
When you always expect the worst...you will receive the worst... You will subconsciously work to make the worst happen.
And so, the inverse is true... When you expect the best you will subconsciously make the best happen.
These are the two choices with which you are ever and always faced.
And now, you may understand that when you have a "edgy feeling" it is "old programming" wherein you are expecting the worst. This is not the real you.
Why do you always expect the worst instead of the best?
You have the power within you to reject that old programming and replace it with a conscious thought of saying... "That's not the real me. I expect the better and best to happen in my life."
Then, allow our Father's indwelling spirit--the Thought Adjuster--to guide you--lead you into the brighter path of your spiritual inheritance.
You are "truly rich." But you have to first believe it. Then go beyond beLIEf to "know by faith" you are most fortunate and truly rich.
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Comments
Let's do more of this!!
Thank you Timothy for these words of joy and hope.