Believing in your goodness
Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2023 6:18 pm
You've been picking up things along your vibrational trail.
You didn’t learn to not like yourself the first time someone didn’t like you. You protested.
The first time someone said you were bad, you knew they were wrong.
You tried to convince them otherwise, and had they not been bigger, you would have won.
The other day, Jerry and Esther were in a restaurant, in a little alcove with three other tables, and a little boy was having a meal with his mother.
They had finished the meal and he had been there much longer than he was happy being there.
And, for some reason, the server was taking a very long time bringing the check to them, and he was restless and beginning to be vocal.
And his mother, who was aware of the close proximity to other people, kept hushing him, but it was not working.
And finally she said to him,
“You are a very bad boy!”
And he protested with a volume that everyone in the restaurant could hear, “Me not bad!”
And he meant it. (Fun!)
He knows he is not bad, and it is so uncomfortable when his mother, who he wants to believe, is so wrong about something that he is so sure about.
She did not believe him, however, because she has been practicing those thoughts much longer than he.
She was certain that he was bad, and she was also certain that everyone around there would agree with her.
So, Esther turned to her, and said
“I have to agree with your little one.
I think he is an angel.
In fact, there are not words to describe the goodness that he is.”
And the little boy looked at Esther, and he smiled from inside out, his new friend who understood and saw him as he knew he was.
And his mother, who wants with all her heart to believe that, and was really more concerned about what other people thought, anyway, went along with it.
And then a man at another table chimed in;
he agreed, too.
“I’ve been enjoying him, also,” he said.
And then, the tardy waiter came with the check and had two pieces of candy, which she offered to the little one.
And he reached with his little hands for the candy, so excited to have it, and his mother snatched them back and gave them back to the server and said,
“No, he can’t have candy.”
And then the man across the aisle reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin, a large coin, and handed it to the little boy.
And he took it with such satisfaction.
It was an interesting thing to watch this battle. It was not a battle of good and evil; it was a battle of believing in one’s goodness or not believing in one’s goodness.
~ Abraham-Hicks
You didn’t learn to not like yourself the first time someone didn’t like you. You protested.
The first time someone said you were bad, you knew they were wrong.
You tried to convince them otherwise, and had they not been bigger, you would have won.
The other day, Jerry and Esther were in a restaurant, in a little alcove with three other tables, and a little boy was having a meal with his mother.
They had finished the meal and he had been there much longer than he was happy being there.
And, for some reason, the server was taking a very long time bringing the check to them, and he was restless and beginning to be vocal.
And his mother, who was aware of the close proximity to other people, kept hushing him, but it was not working.
And finally she said to him,
“You are a very bad boy!”
And he protested with a volume that everyone in the restaurant could hear, “Me not bad!”
And he meant it. (Fun!)
He knows he is not bad, and it is so uncomfortable when his mother, who he wants to believe, is so wrong about something that he is so sure about.
She did not believe him, however, because she has been practicing those thoughts much longer than he.
She was certain that he was bad, and she was also certain that everyone around there would agree with her.
So, Esther turned to her, and said
“I have to agree with your little one.
I think he is an angel.
In fact, there are not words to describe the goodness that he is.”
And the little boy looked at Esther, and he smiled from inside out, his new friend who understood and saw him as he knew he was.
And his mother, who wants with all her heart to believe that, and was really more concerned about what other people thought, anyway, went along with it.
And then a man at another table chimed in;
he agreed, too.
“I’ve been enjoying him, also,” he said.
And then, the tardy waiter came with the check and had two pieces of candy, which she offered to the little one.
And he reached with his little hands for the candy, so excited to have it, and his mother snatched them back and gave them back to the server and said,
“No, he can’t have candy.”
And then the man across the aisle reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin, a large coin, and handed it to the little boy.
And he took it with such satisfaction.
It was an interesting thing to watch this battle. It was not a battle of good and evil; it was a battle of believing in one’s goodness or not believing in one’s goodness.
~ Abraham-Hicks