I had lunch today with an acquaintance to brainstorm on some business ideas. Our conversation took a tangent as we began to talk about our spiritual beliefs. We began talking about the power behind our words.
I shared with her a story that I had read a while ago. (I’m sorry to say that I don’t remember where I read this story. I googled but could not find the source).
It was about a family whose young daughter, age 7, was stricken with a rare cancer. The father got into the habit of saying “I would give my right arm in order for her to be cured.” As a mom, I can certainly relate to that statement.
A while later, the father got into a car accident. His right arm had to get amputated. The daughter’s cancer was miraculously cured. What was that all about?
I am constantly reminding myself to not only think positive words but to also use positive words when speaking with friends. Sometimes I forget and will spend 30 minutes complaining to a friend that I am so tired or that my children are driving me crazy. The good thing is that I am becoming more and more aware and can stop myself from going on. Frankly, I never feel better if I complain and complain. I also remind myself that if I do have a complaint, I can also do something, anything, to turn that situation around.