My friend Gertrude has taken offense at something she thinks I'm doing. She has begun the process of setting me straight. Silently. Speaking not a word, but with rolling eyes and attitude prancing like a race horse.
My ego Lucy is not amused. Every second or so she gives me excellent put-downs of Gertrude for Gertrude.
I turn to God who is amused. He reminds me that he has all in hand.
This is just an angel drill, the end result of which has been perfected for the benefit of Gertrude and me. Only the when of it is in doubt, and that's only because the when of it is determined by us.
Whenever we choose, i.e., come together in love and laughter, God's perfect solution will have unfurled.
I wonder who will have the good sense and the spiritual need to be the first to give over? Which would be more spiritual...to hope it's me, or to hope it's Gertrude? Oh, Lucy, give it a rest.
This is just an angel drill, the end result of which has been perfected for the benefit of Gertrude and me. Only the when of it is in doubt, and that's only because the when of it is determined by us.
Whenever we choose, i.e., come together in love and laughter, God's perfect solution will have unfurled.
I wonder who will have the good sense and the spiritual need to be the first to give over? Which would be more spiritual...to hope it's me, or to hope it's Gertrude? Oh, Lucy, give it a rest.
We come to believe that God can and will intervene in our life in our behalf.
Thank you.
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