Thursday, January 2, 2020

GOD IS OUR PURIFIED AIR

I had a free-floating thought flit through my mind yesterday, and I came in a hair of passing it by. The thought was akin to a whisper from afar, barely there. To the best of my ability to spell it out, I heard, God is our purified air,  goodness ever and always available.

Once I true-heard it, I held it in the quiet, hoping to let it speak deeper. Whether it spoke or I just thought, I knew we only need let that be not just in our consciousness, but be our consciousness.

Later, in a phone conversation, a friend suggested we commit to making 2020 a happy year...our best year, she said, since it is the one we have. Her suggestion sang to me, and as I was agreeing to that, my wispy thought revisited...which made me happy.

This morning I built on that commitment. I've been having various allergy attacks...dizzy, cold-like symptoms...which, of course, I've dodged for fear it really is a cold heading in. With my wispy BFO guiding me, I determined that it makes no nevermind whether this be allergy or a cold, I must needs suffer it happy and choose to let this too be God, this too be goodness. 

Welcome...resist not...ah, the sure road to happy. And pass the Kleenex.

Thank you.

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