[The following is a reprint of my post of April 27, 2017, slightly reworked.]
I was mind-tripping earlier this morning, and my ego Lucy took control. She was running wild...which invited the worst of my rues, regrets and remorses to slither out, and out they came, hissing. There was one regret in particular that was causing me pain, and just as it was about to pierce my heart...again...I knew: and this, too, pleases God.
There it is...the result of our search for still more spiritual growth: We no longer feel the need to fight our own uglies. Once we accept that God has our back, we can quit trying to control our ego. We now live with the assurance that God is alive and well in our heart and in our Soul...ah, there is nothing to resist.
When (not if) Lucy starts her dizzying whirl, we can now hug her and kiss her and release her back into the wilds without any thought of asking for aid. We have become our own aid-station as long as we never forget who is the lead doc in that aid-station...that it is not you, it is not me, it is not us. And it never will be.
This, too, pleases God.
Thank you
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