ANSWERED PRAYERS

Lately, I've been pondering my defect of omission rather than commission, and I suspect my pendulum is swinging back to center. Back in the day, I said nuthin' to nobody and hid out within myself.

Then the pendulum began to swing for I had learned I could trust friends and even God. I began to put forth my own thoughts, and WOW: I found my voice. Well, look out...I also found I did not have a Shut Up switch.

Imagine my gulping surprise when I realized the pendulum is broken if it is not moving. Just like driving a car, we have to make constant correcting movements. That's how I realized my pendulum was in its long swing back, and I learned the art of silence. Ah, I knew I'd found my home.

Lately, I've been given reason to see that I'm on the road to making my art of silence my hidey hole. 

God is never late...this reason that I've been given is, in effect, an answered prayer.

[Sidebar: Answered prayers often look like mud to our ego-victory eye. They are akin to our Mama force feeding us medicine when we were little and telling us it was for our own good. It's only later that we learn it was for our own good...it's the getting it that's hard to take.]

Recalling a quote of Saint Augustine, Grant what thou commandest and then command what thou wilt,  I said to God, Let me know what needs to happen in re my misstep...what I need to do...then do it, please. Thank you.

Here's what I've learned to love about trusting God...he is never late, he is not on my timetable, and it takes as long as it takes for my eyes to see and my brain to accept God's will has already been worked out here...and on my behalf.

Thank you.