My BFO translated: I feel barren, left alone, with nothing...I must give.
I ponder: Barren means letting go of December 31, 2020, back through the years...all the way back to my day of birth...there is nothing I need to hold onto...what I give will be given to me as needed.
There. Those are my marching orders for 2021...I'm halfway to love and laugh already. Because I really, really want to follow those orders as I sit here this morning, but who's kidding whom? I am thinking, whaaa? How?
But all I'm being asked to do is Let Go. Detach. Hug it and kiss it and let it go. Who preaches that more than I do? Now, I Am asking it of me.
God loves me so much that I am reminded: He performs that which is given me to do.
Thank you.
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