I sought the comfort of the rosary this morning...I know nothing of the rosary but it was gifted me by a beautiful soul, and I treasure it. This morning as I held it, I trembled not, I sought not, I felt the grace of gratitude, and I knew peace.
In the silence came: We do no wrong, it is our interpretation that is in error.
Our Father does the works...our ego interprets. The works of the Father glorify the Father...which, of course, pleases my ego, Lucy With the Football, not at all. Our reasoning mind will not easily let go of its own interpretation of our perceived wrongs, names them in fact: Rues, Regrets and Remorses and holds them fast.
To loose them and let them go requires but one thing...that we change our mind. How else do we become as little children, children of God?
Here comes the relief pitcher, love...love is the only answer. If love be the answer here, it must needs be the direction in which we love that needs clarifying. Ah, it's Lucy we need love, our very ego, the source of all our woes! But why? Because it is Lucy's interpretation that brings us to right size, miniaturized, if you will. Children of our Father.
The love we now know is an impersonal, all-encompassing Unknowing. Pondering will not get us there. Let It Be.
Thank you.
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