In the midst of a time when our family was going through one significant problem, loss, illness, or difficulty after another, a very wise woman said to me, “I guess when you have eight children you should expect more trials.” Though at the time it wasn’t really what I wanted to hear, I knew there was truth in what this pastors wife had witnessed over the years of mothering a church, and praying through all of it. So here I am – large family and ten grandchildren, three son-in-laws and a daughter in law later, not to mention extended family and some close friends that are like family, noticing I always have someone in my immediate circle needing prayer.
I understand why older women and men prayer more – besides (hopefully) entering into mature disciples of Jesus – the retired crowd generally has more time and larger circles of people requiring a bended knee. If not more time, more time to choose to pray.
Just last week, I was reminded of Martin Luthers quote, “I have so much to do that I shall spend the first three hours in prayer.”
Life is full of disappointments, misdirection’s, loss of dreams, changes – enough to cause a person to want to give up if you focus on the “have nots” instead of the “haves.” It is the glass half empty – glass half full principle.
I usually only fill my own glass halfway up. Unless it is my “required amount of drinking water” glass, I prefer most beverages in small quantities.
It really is one more thing that depends upon perspective.
Some of the “glass half empty people” like me tend to see the needs that are up ahead, instead of the just the blessings of today. I see the person who needs a refill much more quickly than I see my own need to refill. I want to know that the future is somewhat secure and when it isn’t (which it has been far from for the last 5 years) I want to do something to make it better. I want to plan.
I want to dream again. I can’t live without dreams of a better future. It is in my makeup. Joseph was a dreamer and they came to pass. I will hope…
My glass feels half empty since the kids left home.
I should have more time to relax – instead I have less.
I should have less worries about my children, but instead I have more. I have my children’s children now. I add them to my worry list. To my pray without ceasing list. To my burdens.
They drain the glass quickly on almost a daily basis no matter how far away they are. It’s not their fault. It’s mine.
If the glass were filled with my love, it would drain empty every time I have to say good-bye.
Every time I know one of them – child or grandchild is sick, or hurting; when life thrown them a curve ball and they miss the pitch. I don’t ever want to see my kids strike out. I know how much it hurts. So the glass is frequently half empty – life drains it.
But my oh my, they sure know how to fill it back up again.
So when you are tempted to look at someone who has a glass half empty attitude, remember you don’t know what life events may empty it.
Besides, they may be the person who will instinctively know just when you need a refill.