That happened to me this week, and I know better - that one can’t let someone else take control of one's life. We must be the ones to determine if and when we'll be happy. Nevertheless, that night, I couldn’t or wouldn’t put it down, and looked back. It's a wonder that I didn't turn into a pillar of salt, because lying in bed, I debated, and boy, I did a great job! I am so brilliant when arguing with myself.
The more points I scored in the debate, the more I argued; getting nowhere, and finding no peace. Just when I was pleading that I could get off this terrible Merry-Go-Round, along came tender mercies in the form of a familiar hymn. It softly streamed through my mind, and I found myself humming along - singing when I could remember the words. Slowly, the hymn displaced the debate. By letting it go and forgiving, I had truly won the battle.
In 1973, Elder Boyd K. Packer offered wonderful advice. He encouraged us to sing a favorite hymn when we find unworthy thoughts in our mind. It’s called “Worthy Music -- Worthy Thoughts”.
“The Law of the Garbage Truck”, by David J. Pollay.
"Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they look for a place to dump it. And if you let them, they’ll dump it on you.
So when someone wants to dump on you, don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Believe me. You’ll be happier."
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