Ah, it seldom fails...when I'm feeling my all alone-est, then it is that my unloved, unwanted, unneeded, unappreciated calls to my ego Lucy to sing our favorite song, Loving Arms. Especially the line looking back and longing for the freedom of my chains and lying in your loving arms again. That one.
Why, I wonder, doesn't Amazing Grace come to mind? Who hates that one? Or How Great Thou Art? With Elvis singing, to boot. But no, it is an incontrovertible fact, when I'm feeling less than, only sad, sorry and blue songs are allowed. Ah, who's kidding whom...I'm who, what and why it's all about when I'm feeling un.
Out of sheer habit, I turn to my daily readings, and from the cosmos my beloved Easwaran wraps me in reality: [In] transforming consciousness, you have to look for the right spot. In some people it is a particular compulsive craving; in some it is jealousy; in some, blind fury. Some may be fortunate enough to have all three. Each person has to look for that spot where urgent work is most needed.
There it is...God's will direct to me right Now: I have to look for that spot where urgent work is most needed. I do know this, the obvious is rarely the most needed...that's why needing to look requires going to God. In gratitude. For the need.
I can feel the un lifting...I know because free at last just came to mind...that and ain't gonna study war no more. Along with, there will be peace in the valley for me.
God loves me so much. The Donald, too.
Thank you.
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