My most recent nitpick, being deliberately called by the same (wrong) name by more than one person, has proven to be God's lesson learned with my ego's fire. For certain sure, today I know it as of God to me.
This morning in my quiet time, and apropos of nothing, the thought wandered through: Was my resistance to the misname my ego or was it my Calvary? Right behind came the answer, that I needed to love it whichever it was. Which caused me to wonder, how do we do that? How do we bear the seeming unbearable with love and laughter?
By standing on the threshold for much longer than we’re comfortable.
Then, just as I was feeling completed...whoa! Came this blinding flash of the obvious: I need love the instigators for they are the needy; they are seeking love and that is all. Who am I to say what is the right way to go about it?
[Hmmm...interesting. Looking back and longing for the freedom of my chains just started playing in my head. Don't tell me Lucy With The Football isn't always on guard. Ah, but then so is God....]
If we don't tame our nitpicks, we're going to feel nibbled to death by ducks. -- my new "old adage"
Thank you.
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