A Reality Smack to the Head

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                          “There are two ways of spreading light, to be                                                                        the candle or the mirror that reflects it.”                                                                                                   ~Edith Wharton

I’ve been suffering from a case of the blahs lately.  Not the sickly kind mind you, more of the whatsthepointitis type, where motivation meets indifference and folds like a cheap suit.  Blog writing of course fell way down the priority list, as my urge to do so flatlined.

Ok, it’s not really been that bad as post topics do come whizzing at me all day long, many of which I’m initially excited about. When the rubber meets the road however and it’s actually time to create something worthwhile, a weird force invades my body and the next thing I know I’m doing anything but sitting at my computer and writing up a post. On the plus side, my bathroom is spotless.

Needless to say my spirit has been in the dumps.  Life had become a bit chaotic and I had allowed the resulting  pressure to shrink my world down to just me and my issues.  Nothing horrendous now, we’re talking first world type problems here, yet still the daily battles were wearing me down.

Basically I became awfully self absorbed, which is to creativity. what kryptonite is to Superman; a death sentence.  A mind clogged with worry and fear leaves little room for light to penetrate, for passion to stir, for inspiration to take root.

I was stumbling around in the dark and in dire needed of a spiritual jump start, which God provided in the form of a smack to the head by a two-year old wielding a bowling ball.  Of course, this was exactly what I needed.

It all started through an unlikely series of events that found me sitting on a bus full of strangers winding its way through Mexico towards an orphanage we were visiting. I was with a group called Unity 4 Orphans ,which does outstanding work in bringing love, hope and much needed supplies to abandoned and vulnerable children throughout Mexico and Latin America.

Although my head had cleared during the trip, I was distracted when we arrived and still focusing too much on me and how I was feeling.  Good Lord, can’t I ever just let things go?  Thankfully yes, as it didn’t take much time with the kids before my mind shifted out of ME mode.

They ranged in age from infants to teenagers and were so happy to see us it made me wonder if they ever get any visitors. All they wanted was attention; someone to laugh with, toss a ball to or help with their arts and crafts .  Very few of us volunteers spoke much Spanish, nor did the kids understand English, but this didn’t seem to matter.  I guess it’s true that love is the universal language.

Eventually I made my way to the top of the stairs overlooking the playground and paused a moment to take things in.  Most of the kids came to the orphanage from really bad situations and will likely stay there  until they turn 18.  There is no foster care system in Mexico and the adoption process is so convoluted and corrupt that it can take years to happen, especially if the prospective parents are foreigners.

These kids have nothing.  They’d been violated, abused and abandoned by the very people who were supposed to protect them and were now entirely dependent on the help of strangers.  Yet there they were, laughing and running around, completely carefree and in the moment like only a child can be.

You could sense their light and it was contagious.  The more I interacted with them, the brighter my world became and the more grounded I felt. Their light was sparking my light which made me chuckle.  I thought I was there to give to the kids, but they were the ones doing the giving.

Just then, two-year old Abraham grabbed my hand and steered me towards the plastic bowling balls and pins that were scattered against the back wall.  He picked up one of the balls and I started setting up the pins.  The wind kept pushing them over though, making Abraham impatient. He apparently decided my bent over backside would make just as fine a target and at that exact moment I turned around only to see a red plastic bowling ball coming right at me. Whack, a direct hit straight to the forehead!

Abraham froze and stared right at me with big wide eyes. I could tell he was scared at what my reaction would be.  I laughed and fell to the ground in mock agony, which made him laugh too and soon we were both practically hysterical.

It’s been said that the best way to solve your problems is to go help someone else which is true. You might not find all the answers but you will get perspective on what’s important.

“Defend the weak and the fatherless. Uphold the cause of the poor and the oppressed.” Psalm 82:3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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23 Responses to A Reality Smack to the Head

  1. Wally Fry says:

    Sometimes all it takes is understanding the plight of another to see ours is not really so bad huh? A great encouragement, Tricia, thanks much. Also, be safe down there!

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  2. Thanks for the update. You have a great voice. I appreciate your insight and this case your transparency.

    Be blessed. God is with you.

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  3. madblog says:

    A lovely memory. Thanks for sharing it. I can relate to the blah state–you chose a good remedy!

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  4. Sweet post, Tricia. I love it.
    My thinking has changed about our first world problems,in the sense that perhaps we suffer spiritually more than those who have actually been kicked about some. We people tend to be more depressed, more disconnected from one another, farther from God, than some who have nothing. Rather than praying for the least of these, sometimes I think the least of these should be praying for us. These days I try to approach those who have nothing with some humility, as if to say, what can you teach me? Sometimes those we think we’re ministering too are actually ministering to us.

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    • Tricia says:

      That’s a really good point IB. Our modern world here has so much stuff and miracle making technology but what is it really getting us besides higher depression and anxiety rates? The least of these does indeed seem to have the important things figured out.

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  5. Citizen Tom says:

    Little children have not learned to hide their feelings. Make me wonder sometimes why adults find it so necessary.

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  6. Self discovery is often best experienced when the center of attention is anyone or anything other than SELF. Distractions often provide better perspectives and realities unseen when we only focus on our own “needs.” This doesn’t mean we should ignore our own states of imbalance; but rather focus on the BIGGER PICTURE that incorporates the needs of others with our own. In doing so, we help bring balance to other lives, which in turn, restores balance to our own lives.

    Glad to see your batteries “recharged.” Amazing how a child’s laughter is all it takes sometimes!

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  7. ColorStorm says:

    Sometimes T, the bathroom is a thousand times more important than any good post we can write.

    I’m withya there. 😉

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  8. Chris Warren says:

    This is a very powerful post! It seems like the biggest voices come from the most humble of sources. Thanks for putting this out there.

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  10. Love your response to the wallop. We would all do well to laugh like that, but (a LOT) easier said than done. I’d go on…but spoTLess BathRooM?? Why, anything is possible now!

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