Morning blinding flash of the obvious: When I can accept myself wholly as my treasure, including my every self-rejecting thought, I will have found God. I will have entered God's hidey hole.
If it be true that I am the source of all my woes, then it must be true that I am the source of all my joys. The source being my attitude. Whatever comes, dread or delight, meet it with gratitude, and walk in peace...try to avoid meeting it and live disgruntled.
This takes practice...but then what doesn't? It takes practice to live in perpetual gloom. I suspect that the very word practice has a bad rap because our ego resists it as work, and, face it, work takes attention off ego.
As I often say, thank you changed my entire being. I have practiced saying those two words for years, and today they flow without thought. And...who's kidding whom...for years before, I practiced thinking well, heck (or the equivalent) to most everything that came my way. It did not have to get to me...I just knew it was not going to be enough period. I once heard someone say, There is no enough, which made a home in my heart and head, apparently.
Well, there is enough. Enough is determined by our attitude. By our acceptance of what is. And getting happy about it. Feeling a quart low? Thank you! [Cosmic turn-about] Feeling better already...the quart is nearing full.
God loves us so much...and right back at'cha, Lord!
Amen.
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