WE CAN TRUST OUR FATHER...DEPEND ON IT

Deep within us all there is an amazing inner sanctuary of the soul, a holy place, a Divine Center, a speaking Voice, to which we may continually return....It is a dynamic center, a creative Life that presses to birth within us....Here is the Slumbering Christ, stirring to be awakened, to become the soul we clothe in earthly form and action. --  Quaker mystic Thomas Kelly (from Fr Richard Rohr's "Daily Meditation," October 2, 2020)

This is the divine spark that mystics and religious masters long have written about, have assured us is real...indeed is that upon which we need to depend.

It is in the words "deep within us all there is a creative Life that presses to birth" that reminded me of the lesson years ago inviting me to believe that the God of my understanding stands at the door and knocks, not to be allowed in, but to be allowed out. 

It is that Divine Spark that allows the reasoning mind to transmute into the intuitive. It takes time,  a trusted mentor and friends, and the grace of God to even begin the living from our intuitive place.   

My most recent experience: My plan was to in-person vote absentee on Wednesday this week. I was very anxious about it...since I had done this before with no anxiety, I presumed, and told others, that this was more evidence of the loss of confidence I have experienced ever since I turned 80. So I drove down to the polling place, certain I'd never find parking close by, and found they had several parking spaces reserved "For Voters Only." I had dreaded the blocks-long line I would find for I rely on a cane. Well, I parked at the front door, and with no one in line, walked in, voted, walked out and drove home. 

I laughed at my anxiety over my perfectly reasonable projections...especially my old-age excuse...and thought no more of it. 

This morning I had a blinding flash of the obvious: It was not loss of confidence that comes with aging...this was the exchanging of my mind, from self-assurance (that which was ever my self-determined objective) to Self assurance, the still small voice of the Father within. (I admit I will need to wear this for a while but it came unbidden, my standard for "not mine, Thine.")

The starter dough for my proof was the outcome: All my rational dreads...no parking, long lines, need to walk and wait forever and me with a cane, and I'll be unable blah, blah, blah...were not merely transmuted, they were banished.  

Indeed, He does go before us to make the crooked places straight. What wonderful words! Words we can lean on while our reasoning mind is in the process of letting go...until we intuitively realize that the Father within really does know our needs. 

We can trust, i.e., depend on, His knowing...always and all ways.

Thank you.