Reading that dedication, I knew I had to gift it to my friends since they, too, were making everyday life an adventure of the spirit.
This is one of the few spiritual books I have that I never even attempted to mark all that spoke to me as it was clear the book would end up unreadable for my many markings. Which is not to say I didn't hi-lite and underline in plenty of places.
Here's one of my many favorites:
...the supreme and ultimate miracle: art becomes 'artless,' shooting becomes not-shooting, a shooting without bow and arrow; the teacher becomes a pupil again, the Master a beginner, the end a beginning, and the beginning perfection.
My written note next to that: This, I think, is the description of me now with anxieties...it is not to overcome them, it is to become them.
As I read that this morning, I realized that was the key that opened the door to thank you being my go-to when (not if) I felt anxiety nearing. By welcoming with a thank you, anxiety and I become one.
I remember the first time I consciously thanked my way through an oncoming anxiety attack. I was on the Metro, heading under the Potomac River, and anxiety's claws were about to sink into my being. I thought "Welcome...come on in...sit down here inside me...make yourself at home." Repeatedly I thought that until we were at my getting-off stop.
I am remembering that this morning with a refeeling of getting off that train, big-time smile on my face, just knowing I could walk on water.
Don't tell me God doesn't know my needs...anxiety was with me recently; I thanked my way through it, but it left me with a down feeling. And here's me this morning, big-time smile on my face and thank you singing in my heart.
God knows not only what but when we need.
Thank you.
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