TRUST...THE OPERATIVE WORD IS TRUST

My own personal experience tells me that there is a sliver of gold in everything. That sliver of gold, I choose to believe, is the door to God's hidey hole. We find that sliver within...like, where else would we go to get it...then we hang on to it. It is that tiny sliver of gold that can and will lift us deeper...to that place where our peace abides.

There is that iota of gold for each of us in this pandemic...our own personal goldmine, and our singular job is to find it.  (Ah, this may be the Way to knowing we are Oned since we all wind up in the same place...with Love.)

I'm choosing to believe that the whole world is in liminal space right now...pushed, dragged, lifted by the pandemic.

It is what I choose to do about my space there, there in liminal space, that is my focus. This painful, numb, scary, peaceful place where I'm getting only reasoning mind questions (or are they angel whispers?) and hurried-up answers (or is that God calling?).

This is where doing the next thing counts...fret or don't fret, but pick up the newspaper and take it to the recycle bin down the hall.

Phone a friend or answer the door to the panicky neighbor who will talk my ear raw.

SIDEBAR: When the neighbor comes to the door, I can just not answer and cause myself guilt-angst, or answer it and obey my own good boundaries. Nobody can talk my ear raw unless I invite it...and she may well be what I need that will drop kick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life, (Lifted from a Bobby Bare song from the '70s, an old favorite).

I can pray God will help us find a cure that will take this pandemic away...now, or I can pray my Thank You and trust God for best outcome...whenever: Your Father knows your needs before you ask him. -- Matthew 6:8

Thank you.