Want of love will block the way. You must love all. Those who fret you and those who do not. -- God Calling, February 2
I feel an inner nudge every year when I come to that instruction. I consider it one of my first gifts of a-borning intuition...it affirmed my suspicion that the deeper my resistance, the deeper I must love. When I read that, I intuited it to be true without having a glimmer of why or how since my then understanding of love being boy-girl love. Period. End of thought on the matter.
It began my desire to learn more about love...it upgraded my walking-around understanding of love. Gratefully, that continues to be an ongoing upgrade.
Just as a matter of...back in the early '70s a friend and I made a study of love and the many levels of love. Which we had sheepishly admitted (swearing each other to secrecy) that we did not know there were levels of love. We took ourselves a tish seriously, so we all but made a pilgrimage of it, winding up over at the Statue of Grief in Rock Creek Cemetery, praying and meditating. My friend has gone on to his glory now...I hope he's remembering with a smile as I am our so very earnest searching...for which I be more grateful every time I remember us.
I suspect the reason this gives me an inner nudge every year is that there is most often someone or something fretting me. For many years, I'd write out to the side the name of my fretter, but I had to gave that up...I ran out of room.
I am grateful today when that appears that my first thought has become thank you, Father, that you know my needs. I no longer need name my fret or my fretter...I can (not do) walk free of me. And when I don't, I circle back...it's never a lesson too late in the learning.
Thank you.
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