It is the concrete we resist that will lead us free...it is the nemesis we pray to be lifted that will not budge until we kiss it on the lips and call it our own. And it is a long haul between kissing it on the lips (resignation) and owning it (acceptance).
That long haul is our own personal and sacred path to peace, and it feels like a bed of nails...if we're doing it right.
Few of us come to a desire for spiritual growth without a thorn in our heart, there by our own placing. It is our nemesis.
When we're making our turn from the material mind into spiritual thinking, we learn, we recite, we quote, we think...and think some more,,,hoping all the while this means we have accepted that which we know and quote and think on. No. We are not "there" until we welcome our nemesis, and rarely with joy in our heart for this is crash-and-burn after all...but not with resistance either.
On the way to acceptance, we must needs surrender. When we come smack up against surrender, we know our race is run, our fight is done. And of all things...relief is what we feel.
That is acceptance...a feeling of relief that we're over fighting, we've given it up to whomever or whatever takes it...it is no longer ours to even quibble about.
And God smiles...he has led us out of our own darkness into the sunshine of a surrendered life.
I will fight no more forever. -- Chief Joseph
Thank you.
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