Remember when you were a child, and you scraped you knee, or fell down or got some little minor injury, and you went to your parents and they put something on it and kissed it and said that it would be better. Afterward you immediately forgot that you were injured in the first place.
How wonderful children are. They can be told by someone they trust and love that all will be better and it was. I as a child simply forgot what just happened and went on with the rest of my day.
When I got older, then the negative thinking started. Kiss it and make it better? That never works. The skin has to have time to heal. The Bactine better be working. Why does this thing itch like crazy. Do I have to worry about the bandaid coming off in the water now. How many days have I had this same bandage on anyway?
As I grew older, there wasn't anyone around even to kiss my hurts and tell me everything was going to be alright. My hurts hurt. My little injuries were mine. I kept thinking about them and sometimes fussing with them and so they took longer and longer to heal. Some hurts bother be even to this day.
Wouldn't it be great if someone would come along and kiss our hurts away. Wouldn't it be great if we believed it like we did when we were children.
I give up my hurts and ailments, bruised feelings and larger hurts. I know that my life is better if I just let them go. I have better and more joyful things to think about.
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