Lucy, ever defiant: I'm just as good as you are...why must I do what you suggest?
The Lord: You don't must, but I'd recommend that you look at what you're getting by not following my suggestion. Which, by the way, is to love and laugh. So love your friend Gertrude, your newest enemy...who was your friend an hour ago until you started resisting each other's ideas.
Lucy: Yes, but...she will think she won! She will think I'm a loser, a wuss...that she's better than I am...that she knows more than I do.
The Lord: My heart, what if all that is true? What if she does think all your worst fears...what if all your worst fears are her truth about you? Fighting her and winning that fight...or never speaking to her again...neither will change what she thinks about you nor will it make you what she thinks. Your resistance is what makes it seem true...to her and to you.
Lucy: Yes, but...I have been loving toward her. I have given over to her. She's just a sore winner. Why should I be the only one to give in?
The Lord: Because the giving in is giving up your own battle...it is not giving in to her, it is giving over to your inner being. It is giving in to get...giving up the battle with yourself who is at the moment named Gertrude, but it is you, Beloved Lucy. And it is you in giving over who will get the peace you long for.
Lucy: Yes, but...I'll be the only one who knows that!
The Lord:
Moral: Lucy must ever believe that she has had the last word. She cannot grasp that the Lord has better sense than to get in a prolonged dialogue with ego.
When will we ever learn, when will we ever learn?
Thank you.
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