The therapists insist that we must find our voice, use our voice. They are in business to teach us how and when and where to do just that...effectively. And that is not bad.
God, however, asks that we learn how to listen...to listen to his voice. Then do as he commands. And that is good.
The trouble with the reasoning mind is that it is too often run by the ego, and my Lucy's voice is louder than God's voice...by far. So that even when I've heard the Word, meditated on it, found my path of self-discipline enabling me to follow the Word, there will be always...or there has been always...a time when Lucy interrupts that good and right Way of the Word.
I have learned to let Lucy howl, to acknowledge her not in anger or self-pity or any other negative way, but with laughter and love...just as I'd welcome a friend who was running a tish sideways.
My newest lesson a'learning is to let Lucy show forth. It's an old lesson being born again...to show my warts just as they are for to clamp down or self-censure is akin to stapling my lips shut, believing that'll let God speak for me. No. That is self-will run amok.
Spiritual growth really does imbue our self...our soul. We find we can trust our self "to do or say the right thing." It is when (not if) we err, when Lucy lets loose, that we learn that it wasn't the awful we have lived in dread of. It simply showed our humanness...which, if we've been going for the ego-victory Christ Crown, is ego-deflating. There. That's the road to self-acceptance.
Ah...there's the gold.
Thank you.
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