PRETTY WORDS...HARD ACTS

It seems I'm forever preaching that we already have, were indeed born with, all the patience, kindness, care and consideration...i.e., love...that we will ever need. To pray for them is to deny them. We just have to use the love we already have...be patient, kind and caring, and we will find we have enough with twelve bushels full left over.

Such pretty words.

I was reminded of all that this morning as I journaled. I was writing about a friend who came to me yesterday with his same-old-same-old, and I was mentally less than charitable toward her. I realized that there have been at least three instances just since last Sunday, today being Thursday (early Thursday), when different people have come to me with their source of woe, and my patience was stretched, my kindness was thin, my love was more a word than an act.

I remind me again: The danger in believing we have the right answer for another's woes is that we may invite those woes into our own consciousness, only to find our answer is exactly right but in that moment of our need, we simply don't remember. According to me, this is being mesmerized by our own reason. 

I do know if I don't quick seek higher help (as in, "Thank you, God, for reminding me I need you now"), I may well stick myself with those woes which are simply rues, regrets and remorses aborning. Those are the most difficult rues to shuck...those are akin to the mud we sling that lands in the middle of our own face. Talk about hard to clean off!

And here's where the best advice of all pays off...love and laugh. See the monkey?...that's me! Love and laugh!

God loves me so much.

Thank you.