GOD MEETS US WHERE WE ARE

Scattershot images as I sit and wait on the Lord this morning: 

A whispery flash: The manger, the Family in the manger on a cold winter's night...to the reasoning mind, down and out. In looking back, that was their glory time...kinda like my glory right now as I sit here, to outward appearances all alone on Christmas Eve unto Christmas Day...inwardly knowing this is my rightful place...for my rebirth, be it inner peace or time to pass on to the other shore.

And then I read Rohr, God meets us where we are. 

A flash clearing an old regret/resentment around my retirement: I have been victimizing me through thoughts of  Gertrude...if she hadn't done this and/or that, etc., I would have stayed at the job and the President/CEO I loved. Ah, in truth, to stay was not at all what I wanted. I wanted to leave, to retire...it was time and I  was tired. Gertrude made it not just possible but essential. I cannot resent her, I can...and need to...praise her as my own choice of weapon in cutting the tie that bound me. Thank you.

The promise found In The Rooms: The assurance that love is sturdier than hate, that right is more confident than wrong, that good is more permanent than evil. (Lifted from Howard Thurman's "The Mood of Christmas" found in Fr Richard Rohr's "Daily Meditation" today.)

Old saying: Death comes in threes. Linda, Lorene...as I wonder who the third may be, I realize, the third may be me.

Again, God meets us where we are. 

Thank you.