We know this because the still small voice has told us so.
That was a blinding flash of the obvious which I wrote about a couple of days ago. The trouble with rereading is I see, or think I see, my own arrogance. It is towering. Or is that just more ego?
I woke up this morning with Edith Piaf's song about no regrets playing in my head. That's one of my favorites from way back in the '60s when I was a walking-around regret and didn't even know it...had not a clue.
But the song made me realize that I have no reason for regrets today. Which isn't to say I don't have regrets, I just have no reason for them. But I read that sentence and blushed from my toenails up. It sounds so arrogant to my eye.
There. That's no doubt the key to "tell no man" which refers to spiritual lights going off in our head and trying to tell another about it. Nothing extinguishes the light quicker, and we lose our inch forward into the bargain.
I just give myself points that I didn't delete the sentence when I reread it...let it stand, if it really is my arrogance on parade, let it march. Hiding it won't stop the arrogance, but it will allow me to believe I've taken care of it. Just another CYA waiting to spring out somewhere else to take me unawares.
That's a "thy rod and thy staff they comfort me" as he shepherds me through my life.
Thank you.
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