Hi God,
I noticed yesterday
that the grass is beginning to grow.
That’s a good thing. Right?
That’s what we’ve dreamed about
for the past six months. Right?
So how come
that the first thing
that came to my mind
was dread at the realization
that I’ll soon have to begin mowing?
Instead of “the grass is growing;
Oh, crap! I’ll have to mow.”
How ‘bout teaching me to reframe this?
“The grass is growing;
Oh goodie, I get to mow:
mowing means playing with Brewster in the yard;
mowing means listening to Red Sox games;
mowing means feeling the warm sun on my back;
mowing means a nice, cold beer when I’m done.”
So my prayer today
is that you help my initial impulses
find a way to grasp the positives,
rather than the negatives,
in whatever situation arises.
Also, please have mercy on my soul,
sinner though I seem to be.
Amen