My husband and I need to wait for a delivery to our house between eight and noon today. It didn’t come. We called the store, and we were told that it would arrive between nine and one. The delivery didn’t come until after two. I think everyone has had this type of experience with deliveries and/or repair service people.
For me, it is a balancing act. On one hand, I know that I should be patient and kind. The people coming to my house are doing a job and it isn’t really their fault if they are running behind. I was really surprised by how professional the delivery men were and what a great job they did. On the other hand, that feeling of OCD wrongness spike if I am told they are going to be there at a certain time and they aren’t. I begin to feel like I am trapped at home under their will until they arrive. I know that isn’t the case, but my OCD makes it feel like that.
Somehow, I need to balance the reality of the situation with how I feel having OCD. It takes having faith in God. I not only have to believe that my feelings are related to OCD, but I also have to believe that I should treat others with patience and kindness in all situations.
I spoke to my husband yesterday. He said something like the energy you put out into the world is the energy you get back. He meant that if you walk around in a bad mood, hating yourself and everyone else, then you are going to attract bad things to you, but if you are a being of light having love for yourself and everyone else, then that’s what is going to come your way. Hate breeds hate and love brings love.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
