Morning blinding flash of the obvious: Each of my rues, regrets and remorses has ever been for my benefit...God's will leading me out of self.
I ponder my BFO, and I see that every stumble, bump and bruise, each rue, regret and/or remorse, has been...is...Thy will being done for my benefit. Each is leading me to where I need be to loosen my egoic hold on fears I unconsciously generated...thinking to protect myself.
Right behind that BFO the old song, Release Me, came to mind. Specifically, the line, Please release me let me go, for I don't love you anymore.
There. That's for those regrets...those fears, my fears...that I unwittingly cling to, then wrestle with, curse and cry over. Ah, nurture in a word.
And a previous BFO pops up: It is in the recognition of our defect that it is wiped clean; it is our failure to accept that that holds us in bondage.
Thank you.
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