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On a TV show, a character at a bakery was shown putting whipped cream onto a slice of pie. I noticed that the product name, Reddi-Wip, was featured very prominently. The camera even zoomed in. Well. That wasn’t obvious product placement for which the producers were going to be remunerated! Nah. It was organic to the plot. Not at all gratuitous. In the next scene, they gave the flippin’ container a close-up! Reddi-Wip will have to get credit for that cameo. Probably needs to get a SAG-AFTRA card.

I thought, that’s more than product placement. Might as well put it on a product placemat: REDDI-WIP! EAT NOW! STUFF YOUR FACE TO THE POINT OF GLUTTONY!!

Can’t we do that with positivity also?

So many times, people are pushing negative things for their own benefit.

Every news headline and most forms of entertainment nowadays seem designed to make us tense, even fearful. Can it be these shows are sponsored by pharma companies that manufacture antidepressants? Could there possibly be any connection? Who else runs commercials on these shows… Let’s see. Alarm systems. Identity theft companies.

That’s not to say we don’t need to stay safe. Or take medication. But with all these slings and arrows coming at us, we have to shore up our souls’ immune systems. Think about what’s good and uplifting as often as you think about what might go wrong. And pray without ceasing. Troubles won’t disappear, but you’ll find they’re not always as big as they seem.

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raysMy memory has always been something of a moving target. I’ve actually thought about leaving my brain to science – while I’m still alive. It won’t do much toward medical progress to take a look at my grey matter under a microscope after I’m gone. No, you’d have to observe me in my natural habitat to see how my mind works (and sometimes doesn’t work) to really get a feel for how I process life and experience the world.

Even in my twenties, I knew my sense of recall left much to be desired, so I signed up for a course called “Improve Your Memory in 30 Days.”

Of course, you can probably see the punchline coming a mile off… Yep, you guessed it. I plum forgot about the class. Not only did I not attend, I actually went out with friends that night, and in the middle of our evening, a tiny light bulb dimly flickered on. “I was supposed to go to a Memory Course tonight. I forgot!” My friends thought it was a joke; we all laughed drunkenly and ordered the next round.

After I became a mother, I heard the term “Mommy Memory,” which implies that the added responsibilities of motherhood also chipped away at our ability to recall things we needed to do. 

Then I found out I had MS, and it, too, impinged upon my cognitive faculties. 

So I decided that you can’t fight city hall.

I can’t be a Great Rememberer (to coin a phrase); instead, I’ll strive to be a Better Forgetter.

This means selectively sifting through memories and choosing to remember only the experiences that enrich, embolden or entertain me.

There isn’t room anymore to hold onto snippets of bygone days that were dark and dreary. There’s only space for what’s bright and beautiful. As I see it, there’s no need to live in a cold, windowless basement when you can sit in the sunroom and soak in the light and warmth.

To tell you the truth, I really don’t give half a hoot about the way we were. It’s all about the here and now, the beauty and the blessings, from this point on, and – thank Heaven! – every day is a fresh start.

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Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

Philippians 4:8 NIV

Has this ever happened to you? Someone bursts into the room, marches up to you and sprays Raid, right in your face!

Sputtering, you exclaim, “What the heck are you doing?!?”

You wipe off your face, enraged, and demand an explanation.

“Oh no, you don’t understand. It’s perfume! I just mixed it together in the other room. It’s my fragrance, and I wanted to share it with you,” she says.

Now, of course, this hasn’t happened to you (I hope!), but surely, you have encountered a personality type that I call the “negative naysayer” and the effect of their presence is equally toxic.

You don’t need an expert to assess the situation and report back to you. There are times when you just know what you know.

It’s not perfume. It’s poison.

Just because someone is – fill in the blank…

  • a relative
  • your neighbor
  • a co-worker
  • your pastor

…doesn’t mean you have to put up with bad behavior or carping criticism.

Toxic people come in all packages. It’s a shame they don’t have a warning label, like pesticides do. Skull and cross bones on their shirt.

Warning! I am here to:

□ annoy you with a long litany of complaints

□ suck the life out of you with unsolicited advice about your life

□ insist I’m not one to gossip/proceed to badmouth everybody

□ tell you this for your own good because it’s scriptural

Listen. I don’t need to tell you what you already know. If someone comes along and tries to rain on your parade, don’t just reach for an umbrella. Hit the “eject” button.

It’s not you, being selfish. It’s a mandate from God: think about what lifts you up. You can’t do that while paying attention to Soul-Squashing Psyche-Suckers! (Now that’s a tongue-twister.)

You don’t need a scientist in a lab coat or a trauma team to help you steer these biohazards out of your face. Just pivot. Don’t animate or activate them in your own vibration. It’s an inert pile of poison. Don’t give it life.

Return to your own regularly scheduled programming: a “yes” life. A blessed life. Your best life. You don’t need permission to protect what’s precious, what’s right, what’s real. Nah. You got this. Why? Because you know what you know.

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things . and the God of peace will be with you.

 

Have a Mary Little Christmas

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