(This was just a "thought/vision" that came to my mind yesterday)I'm in a large, large room filled with tables
On these tables are many, many cups.
Its a room
filled
with
cups.
And the cups are filled with liquid.
Completely full to the brim.
I'm surrounded by these cups.
Most of these cups are filled with Anxiety and Stress.
I'm searching desperately for the cup of Peace.
It has to be in here.
I just know it.
In a room FILLED with cups, there has to be at least one cup of peace!
I'm frantically searching. But only with my eyes.
I'm not moving around much in fear that I may hit one of the tables and make all those cups of anxiety spill. It would take just ONE little nudge for that to happen.
I'm trying not to be frantic as I search for the cup of Peace, as that seems contradictory.
How will I find the cup of peace if I am anxious?
But how can I NOT be filled with anxiety when I am literally surrounded by millions of cups, brimming full, of Anxiety and it seems nearly impossible to spot the cup of Peace, especially when I've never been good at puzzles or any games that require you to spot something that is hidden amidst lots of craziness???
But I spot it.
It actually wasn't across the room from me.
It was at a table very near to me!
I didn't have to take but one step to reach it--right in the middle of a table surrounded by Anxiety.
I pick it up with shaking hands being as careful as possible NOT to nudge the others.
The thought of Anxiety spilling over in this room is overwhelmingly frightening.
I put the cup to my lips and begin to drink the cup of Peace with eyes closed.
Oh how refreshing.
How sweet!
How fulfilling.
My body relaxes.
My eyes are gently closed.
And then it happens.
An earthquake.
The room trembles.
The ground shakes.
My eyes pop open to see the planks of liquid across the tops of the cups ripple out to the edges.
A room full of cups of Anxiety--trembling.
I keep the cup of Peace to my lips.
Continuing to drink deeply.
I know I mustn't put it down for an instant.
The earthquake gets stronger.
A few cups spill over the edge.
A few more cups are actually knocked over!
My body begins to tense up, but I do not put down the cup at my lips.
And as I gulp, my body eases and I remember what I am drinking.
The cups are spilling over--a room full of Anxiety spilling over--and my body remains relaxed.
My breathes remain deep.
My eyes gently shut again.
As long as that cup is against my lips and the liquid continues to flow into my mouth and down into my body, I am safe.
I am secure.
I am relaxed.
I am filled with Peace.
And it is sweet.
And the cup never runs empty.
No matter how much I tilt it up.
It continues to flow.
I must only keep it to my lips and never put it back down.
And no matter how much anxiety spills around me, washes my feet, fills the room, tries to drown me--it will not succeed as long as the cup of Peace is held to my lips, flowing into my body.
I must cling to the cup of Peace.
