When I am faced with an apparent problem (quite often rues, regrets and remorses), I find great freedom in straight talking to God about it...by straight talking I mean I speak truth to Power. I let him know he's got some serious work to do, what's the hold-up, getting cracking already.
I came to this freedom when I realized what the Father within does the work actually means. It means I am talking to me, and I am the hold-up.
Howsomever: I, with my reasoning mind alone, cannot will it, but cosmically accepting that it is my hands and feet, my brains and bones that the Father within uses releases me from the self-condemnation of guilt, shame and blame. Ah, then I am lifted deeper into love and laughter. My straight talk usually ends with, You've got the power, God...use it.
The who'd-a-thunk-it part is how God uses his power for my good...almost always by making me available to or for another. Since I am basically a self-centered person, making myself available for another rarely comes first to my mind. I just find myself doing it. No...it's most often after the fact. Whenever whatever is done, I'm being thanked, and I'm all but kicking the dirt, all aw shucks, it was nothing...knowing for pure fact, it was nothing for me personally.
Only going there feels like I'm putting on airs, like, Oh pish-tosh, God works through me, I'm just his dust mop...and humble, too.
Hmmm...for whatever reason, I am reminded that my basic character defect is that I take myself too seriously. There you go, God...your work cut out for me.
Thank you.
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