Day Twenty - A Problem

I learned long ago that each of my problems is merely a passage. To where ever it is that I am meant to be.

And for each of them I am grateful.

I remember when I was younger, how catastrophic each problem seemed. Each error weighing so heavily on me. And, as issues passed, and more, bigger problems came to me ... I realized, this too shall pass. It's truer than it seems. In each moment there can bee seen trial, or a teachable moment.

It is difficult, in the moment, to notice this. Even as I say ThankYou for it time and again. I still forget. In the moment, facing the problem, burdened with the struggle ... that it will pass.

That it isn't really a problem.

It is just something. Happening. Now.

Only my reactions to it are within my scope of control. And only they matter. To me. Really.

Within my life, it doesn't matter what "problems" seem to befall me. It matters only how I deal with them. What I think of them. What I do with each situation as it arises.

Do I even think they are ... problems?

What's a problem to you, might not be to me. And vice versa.

I am grateful for certain graces that I have come to know as I have aged. Thanks to problems of the past. I am grateful for my abilities and my own knowledge of them. Thanks to problems of the past. I am grateful for my strength. My smile. My sight. I am grateful for all these things and would not know them, if not for problems of the past. I am grateful for my scars, and the wounds they cover up. Wound of body and of psyche. Thanks to problems of the past.

I am grateful for each problem. And moreso for how I see it.

I am grateful for the lesson learned, without need to repeat it.