Something to think and pray about this week

So how do I let go of my anger? Generally, I bring it to prayer. The complaints come unbidden, so I might as well integrate it into prayer. What I’ve found helpful is to balance anger with gratitude. Near the end of my daily give-away year, I decided to intentionally note one thing each day that I was grateful for and to do this during morning prayer. I call this my “gratitude offensive.”
It’s been a good experience for me. As soon as I start fretting about the ills of our society, I call to mind that at least I have electricity and running water, or that we finally decided on which car to buy and had the money to buy it, or that my back pain and cold left in time for me to enjoy a dance weekend, or that there’s a gentle breeze today, or . . . 

If it’s a person I feel angry toward, I’ve taken it to confession and forced myself to think of a positive quality that person possesses and then hold him or her in prayer. This may take a lot of repetition. I keep reminding myself: Don’t quibble over small stuff; let it go, and substitute gratitude. Remember Rule of Thumb #10, Part 1: Forgive others. It will lift your spirit.

- Excerpted from Blessed by Less by Susan V. Vogt

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