23 Jesus said to him, “If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes.”
24 Immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears, “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!”
The electrifying part to me is the father of the child is talking face-to-face with Jesus and is owning up to his unbelief! That alone gave me permission to start speaking my truth to God. By start I mean a bare puny pitiful beginning, assuring God all the while that being a lowlife, I knew nothing, less than nothing, etc., etc., etc., trying to curry his favor by my fancied humility, I reckon.
Mock it I may, but it worked. That poor, pitiful beginning started me on the right path, going in the right direction...speaking my truth to God. Think about it: How else do we open our heart, our soul, our body, our brain to God but by telling our deepest truth? And, who's kidding whom, that's usually our deepest fear.
I don't use it often, but my end-of-my-rope line to God is: You got the power...use it for Heavens' sake! That doesn't cause God to do anything he hadn't planned to do, but it breaks my hold on my own idea of what I want, mistaking it for what I need. Plus, that's when often I feel God's hug...or God laughing. Both or either...the pearl beyond price. Ah, then I can walk free of me.
Now, let's all have a Me-Free Thanksgiving!
Thank you.
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