DIABETES: IT DEPENDS ON HOW YOU LOOK AT IT
DIABETES: IT DEPENDS ON HOW YOU LOOK AT ITNow, I can’t be sure of all the spiritual significance of the Yum Yum Donut Shop story, except to remember that the Apostle Paul also believed that having joy or misery all depends on how you look at it. His advice was, “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 that’s exactly what I did about the twenty dollar bill. I thought our experience was praiseworthy, but Bill felt we had been gypped out of our money.So, it is all in how we choose to look at the circumstances. We can look for the flowers or the weeds. We can see the bright side or look for the clouds. Remember:YOU CAN BE AS HAPPY AS YOU DECIDE TO BE.How you look at things really can make the difference in setting the mood for the day. I found the following little story (source unknown) and put it in my newsletter, The Love Line, to help people see how they can enjoy their day, their week, and their year, even in the midst of tragedy.The day had started out rotten. I overslept and was late for work. Everything that happened at the office contributed to my nervous frenzy. By the time I reached the bus stop for my homeward trip, my stomach was one big knot.As usual, the bus was late—and jammed. I had to stand in the aisle. As the lurching vehicle pulled me in all directions, my gloom deepened.Then I heard a deep voice from up front boom, “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Because of the crowd I could not see the man, but I could hear him as he continued to comment on the spring scenery, calling attention to each approaching landmark. This church. That park. This cemetery. That firehouse. Soon all the passengers were gazing out the windows. The man’s enthusiasm was so contagious I found myself smiling for the first time that day.We reached my stop. Maneuvering toward the door, I got a look at our “guide”: a plump figure with a black beard, wearing dark glasses and carrying a thin white cane. Incredible! He was blind!I stepped off the bus and, suddenly, all my built-up tensions drained away. God in His wisdom had sent a blind man to help me see—see that, though there are times when things go wrong, when all seems dark and dreary, it is still a beautiful world. Humming a tune, I raced up the steps to my apartment. I couldn’t wait to greet my husband with “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”*4\316\2*
