An Inspired Heart

 

A friend of mine, sweet Sheri, forwarded this post to me.  It’s from a Facebook account called Inspired Heart.   I shared it on my Facebook page, but I wanted it discuss it here also…..

 

Inspired heart.

December 27, 2019 

 

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I love this analogy!

You are holding a cup of coffee when someone comes along and bumps into you or shakes your arm, making you spill your coffee everywhere.

Why did you spill the coffee? 

“Because someone bumped into me!!!”

Wrong answer.

You spilled the coffee because there was coffee in your cup. 

Had there been tea in the cup, you would have spilled tea.

*Whatever is inside the cup is what will spill out.*

Therefore, when life comes along and shakes you (which WILL happen), whatever is inside you will come out. It’s easy to fake it, until you get rattled.

*So we have to ask ourselves… “what’s in my cup?”*

When life gets tough, what spills over?

Joy, gratefulness, peace and humility? 

Anger, bitterness, harsh words and reactions? 

Life provides the cup; YOU choose how to fill it. 

Today let’s work towards filling our cups with gratitude, forgiveness, joy, words of affirmation; and kindness, gentleness and love for others. 

(Shared from a friend whose cup is full of goodness and inspiration.)

 

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Sheri is such a sweet person with a kind nurturing heart (she’s a nurse), and I am grateful she sent this to me.   It caused me to stop and reflect.   I added my thoughts to the post…..

 

I have been shaken to the core since the George Floyd murder.

I hope my posts are interpreted as trying to shine a light on the issues, not trying to be hostile or cruel, but not allowing things to remain the same.  I apologize if anyone feels I am out to get them or embarrass or hurt them.  That was and is never my intention.  I have been disillusioned by the lack of empathy shown by some of my friends, as they have shown even contempt in some cases for black people wanting equality.

“What do THEY want ??”

I’m THEY!!

I can’t detach myself from that.  I’m black and I know how it feels to be discriminated against. It is personal.  They cite politics and how BLM is Marxist or Socialist.  I cite how about treating people how you would like to be treated as a human being.  I am probably not going to have one friend left when this is all over, but that is the price I will have to pay.   Not trying to play the martyr; but I can’t sit quietly and let prejudices continue without challenge.

 

So, I had to pause and think about what is in my own cup?   I have tried to inspire people to try and look at life from a different perspective than that of their own.  Some had tried and have realized sometimes it’s not all that fun to be a black person in America.  Others have dug their heels firmly in place and vehemently expressed that this is their opinion and that’s that.   To my dismay, I indeed have allowed myself to express some anger and frustration.  I have challenged some people that don’t even realize that some of the things they say and share on-line are offensive to black/brown people.  I cite moral behavior – do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  They cite politics – Black Lives Matter is Marxist, want to take over your property, want to abolish the police, hate their country, want to erase history….the list goes on and on.   

 

The killing of George Floyd shook me violently.  And what came out of my cup was a realization that ignoring the problem won’t make it go away.   I had to do something to bring awareness to others.  My attempts to inform people about the facts were taken by some as personal attacks.  No one likes their beliefs challenged; it’s a bitter pill to swallow.  That’s why things haven’t changed much in race relations over the decades.   

 

I am encouraged that many young people of today weren’t indoctrinated with racism the same way we older folks were.  They can see and hear the truth, without the yoke of segregation and Jim Crow pressing on them.  Just like the unrest in the streets, my mind and heart will calm down and return to a quieter state one day.  I will not be so hypersensitive about this race-thing, but my sensitivity will never go away.  I will retain the real friends I’ve had that have shown empathy for their brothers and sisters of color because they see it’s the moral thing to do.

 

Thank you, my friend Linda, for posting this (below) on your Facebook page.  It rings truth, and I hope I can live up to it.

 

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