Og Mandino and Haanel have really got me thinking this month about something I truly had taken for granted. My parents, pictured above on their wedding day, were divorced before I was two. As a child, I felt different — dealing with divorce, remarriage, shared holidays, oddly cut pictures, and all that other grown-up yet equally immature yucky stuff. I really hated it but there was something deeper — a self-loathing of sorts that hid in the shadows.
Not to say that my parents didn’t love and support me. But in my young mind, it was extremely apparent that my parents hated each other and that I was a product of them, therefore, unworthy of many things (possibly the now formerly elusive success others could have because of their better circumstances in my childlike mind’s eye). Only now can I catch a glimpse of a truth I completely overlooked. They loved each other enough to get married and conceive their only shared child — ME!
Og tells me, “I am rare, and there is value in all rarity; therefore, I am valuable.” and “Why should the miracle which produced me end with my birth? Why can I not extend that miracle to my deeds of today?” Well, guess what? I can! “I have unlimited potential.” and ” . . . all my problems, discouragements, and heartaches are, in truth, great opportunities in disguise.”
Furthermore, Haanel adds, “We cannot permanently retain anything which we do not merit or which we have not earned.” and “. . . the vitality depends upon the feeling with which the thought is impregnated.” I need to HONOR my conception and birth! Why is this all coming up now at this point in my life as I turned 50 over the summer? Haanel continues, “. . . so as to be ready for a new cycle of sevens, beginning with the fiftieth year.” BAM! It is my time!
As Og says, “I was conceived in love and brought forth with a purpose. In the past I have not considered this fact but it henceforth shapes and guides my life.” And it shall! “I proclaim it!”