My morning blinding flash of the obvious: My job is to love Lucy as God loves Lucy.
Anatomy of an ego trip:
My ego Lucy is easily offended. She does not accept that nothing is personal to her so that it takes not that much to set her afire. Off she goes into a tizzy, tossing her curls, stomping her feet, and plotting revenge...endlessly plotting revenge, each revengeful act more dastardly than the one before, and always aimed outward...out there, out toward the one she blames.
And God lovingly observes. He takes no control because his perfect will has been gifted to me as my free will to use as I choose. It is mine to control Lucy. Eeek!
So, I lecture Lucy. I harangue Lucy. I awaken at 3:00 AM in despair of Lucy. I have not a clue how to control Lucy. I admit defeat. Repeatedly. I crash and burn in my attempts. Repeatedly.
Finally, I listen. And I hear God whisper, "Just love Lucy. Love her as I love her...and you. Love and laugh."
Which, boiled down to it, is just don't take Lucy...i.e., myself...so damn seriously.
Thank you.
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