This morning, for whatever reason, I am reminded that magic thinking is holding to my own idea of what is truth. My realization that that which to my reasoning mind looks dreadful coming toward me is God's will and therefore for my good took me to a higher plane deeper within me. I married myself to it, and I have not budged.
I am being moved I know not where...but the action of Love is speaking, whispering, to me, whirling through me. And I trust that.
My life's goal is not to stand up for myself, to take my own part, to speak my own piece. No. My life's goal is to believe unto trust unto faith in the Power greater than self within...that It stands up for us, takes our part, speaks Its peace through us, individually.
That is love, a love we know naught of...it is impersonal Love flowing from that Power within. I suspect that to view anything with a personal thought attached to it is to stay in the reasoning mind. I try to stay my thoughts on lion cubs and rainbows, lilies of the valley and water falls...and trying not to be as nasty as I want to be. There be peace.
The only thing that matters is faith expressing itself in love. -- St. Paul (Galatians 5:6),
Thank you.
Thank you.
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