My peace comes in looking for the sliver of gold in any less-than-wonderful situation. I know today that my peace comes in the shape of laughter...or a heart-smile at any rate. Since I'm going to eventually come to laugh, it'll need be at myself, so why not start there?
There are three borderline traumatizing events going on in my head and heart right now...my beloved mentor of 35 years (and friend for 46 years) has been diagnosed with dementia, my beloved Ruckus may have cognitive disorder (which to me is fancy for dementia), and something ain't right with a friend of mine.
The process I'm taking for finding laughter here is the same process I learned when I finally accepted that we have ceased fighting anything and anybody...that is, I must go deeper. I must detach from my reasoning mind which sits on high and pronounces that there is and never will be a reason to laugh at dementia. I quickly agree with that just to get shut of it, and then turn in prayer to God. I thank him for giving me another way to see, to hear, to know, to be.
I rely a lot on the fact that peace of mind rests in my taking nothing personally. It is my reaction to the news of each situation that is determining my sad, angry, hurt, depressed...self-centered in a word...response. That realization is the key that unlocks my attachment to reason and lets me go toward love...with a smile. I can smile not at dementia, but at my own self for trying to get God to do my will.
My mentor, my little guy, my friend and I are even now in God's embrace. He knows our needs, and he has already intervened in our lives in our behalf...all I must needs do now is look toward his will and away from my wants.
Thank you.
My mentor, my little guy, my friend and I are even now in God's embrace. He knows our needs, and he has already intervened in our lives in our behalf...all I must needs do now is look toward his will and away from my wants.
Thank you.
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