To be without and to be at peace is to know God. To lose that which represents our walking-around security is to find our inner peace if we so choose. The decision is ours. -- morning BFO
It is a humbling fact that I have felt panic, akin to terror in my heart, when I have made a mistake in front of my own world...that's one or more friends or mere acquaintances, my world. And no matter how minor the mistake. When I could accept that seemingly insignificant defect as my first level of insecurity, I got relatively free of being right as my walking around security.
I count it as proof of God in my life that, upon making such a mistake, my first thought is no longer to lie, cheat, steal...or to want to actually...to cover it up. I don't like it a lot, but here comes laughter to save my face! Which can at times make it worth it.
What I'm coming to understand (a.k.a., the road to realization) is these small steps, the fruit of still more spiritual growth, in order to be lasting do not, cannot, happen in an "Oh, I see" minute. We must needs have our "Oh, I see" minute, of course, but unless we hold it close and build on it constantly, it is like that dream we'll never forget that vanishes upon awakening.
It's the old practice, practice, practice...which doesn't make perfect, it just brings peace about the imperfect. Which is close enough to perfect for me.
Thank you.
I count it as proof of God in my life that, upon making such a mistake, my first thought is no longer to lie, cheat, steal...or to want to actually...to cover it up. I don't like it a lot, but here comes laughter to save my face! Which can at times make it worth it.
What I'm coming to understand (a.k.a., the road to realization) is these small steps, the fruit of still more spiritual growth, in order to be lasting do not, cannot, happen in an "Oh, I see" minute. We must needs have our "Oh, I see" minute, of course, but unless we hold it close and build on it constantly, it is like that dream we'll never forget that vanishes upon awakening.
It's the old practice, practice, practice...which doesn't make perfect, it just brings peace about the imperfect. Which is close enough to perfect for me.
Thank you.
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