Yesterday I held the Power. I cradled that slim silver clicker in my hand for four hours while my husband helped his friend with math two rooms away.
At first, I did what any woman does who finally feels the power in her grip—I channel surfed all four hundred plus stations. I paused on each home show and then pushed further until I landed on a program I hadn’t watched in years. Lifetime movies soon filled my void for tear-jerking drama. I sniffled, cried and sighed through two heartbreaking movies with the power clutched tightly in my fist.
Don’t you wish we had that power in our lives when it came to the events that cause us our most grief, worry or pain?
When I wake each morning, I wish I could point the clicker at the phone and make it ring with a dozen job offers. I wish I could click it at my computer and make the perfect email appear accepting my latest query. I wish when I go to my accountant’s today to do our taxes that with one point of the power—she’d tell us we were getting a landslide of a return back.
I wish . . .
What I need to do is get back to the basics. No amount of wishing power is going to turn me into a bestselling author. No amount of wishing power is going to bring my husband or myself a job to save us in this recession.
The only power I need and already have is the power of prayer. And I can grasp that power right after I wake up each morning or right before I walk into the accountant’s office today or right before I click send with my latest story.
Are you clutching the right kind of power today? The good news is we don’t have to wait for our husband to leave the room to use it.