Idle thought in my quiet time this morning: Is my resistance to Gertrude simply resistance to love and laughter?
I wonder if all resistance isn't resistance to love. I started to add "and laughter" but then I considered the death of a beloved. Loving the process of life unto death I can accept from my eyebrows up, and we must start somewhere so that's close enough to perfect for me for now.
But laughter? Laughing at the process of never seeing, being with, a beloved again requires some adjustment in my thinking. I don't ever want to lose the belief that Love and Laughter are of God and my always problem-solver, so I choose to recognize Laughter as Light, lightness of spirit will do.
But before going to the outside of enough, i.e., death, I'd best come to understand that my resistance to my many Gertrudes and all their antics is my here-and-now perplexity. I need to accept that my personal resistance is resistance to love and laughter.
I can feel my ego Lucy rising up in righteous indignation even as I type that for Lucy is very well aware that I am right, Gertrude is wrong, she needs be set straight before she does a harm to our fellowship.
It is those thoughts that all but drown my remembrance of the facts: God has us in the palm of his hand...he has our back...he can and will intervene in our life in our behalf. And there it is...the art of dual thinking at its finest.
The gold...it is that very dual thinking that brings recognition that I'm going down that wrong road again. Turn back...detour! And I recall learning that all that we see as fearful is, in truth, God. Welcome it, and be set free.
It is I: be not afraid, - John 6:20
Thank you.
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