Whatever you do, make it an offering to me -- the food you eat, the sacrifices you make, the help you give, even your suffering. -- Sri Krishna (Bhagavad Gita)
Interesting that that quote came to me this morning because, just in the last couple days, I have begun picturing my spinal stenosis as akin to my rues, regrets and remorses...God's pot of gold, in truth.
It's a fact...regrettable maybe, but fact nonetheless...that there is very little that goads me to seek God quicker or deeper than physical pain. Self-inflected mental pain I toy with before I turn it over...who's kidding whom, it hurts too good to let go of in a hurry.
I know of myself that I am really susceptible to suggestion so I decided to use that on myself...with every pain, I remind myself that God knows my needs, ergo, I must need this to get where I'm going. It doesn't take away pain completely, but it is lessened for periods of time. Since I'm a believer, I give all credit to God...unbelievers get to work out their own.
All I know, and I know from my toenails up, is that I'm willing to go to any lengths to get my little boy back quick, fast and in a hurry.
Thank you.
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