OUR GOOD GROWS US

The real question is 'What does this have to say to me?' Those who are totally converted come to every experience and ask not whether or not they liked it, but what does it have to teach them. 'What’s the message or gift in this for me? How is God in this event? Where is God in this suffering?'

I read that a while back in Fr Richard's "Daily Meditation,"  and it caused me pause. I've pondered it off and on in relation to my blinding flashes of the obvious in which I have come to believe. Admittedly, early on I examined, questioned, analyzed them until I almost dreaded a new one. 

We hear and read that God is in everything, and I desperately wanted to believe that to be true. I wonder if it wasn't a BFO that whispered to me to trust, not to analyze...and I did.  I decided the next uh-oh that came to me (and back in the day a new uh-oh seemed to come hourly), I would find something good in it...if it was God, super, if it wasn't, it was still good which was better than scary uh-oh. 

I began to search for a splinter of good in whatever less-than-wonderful appeared to me. It mattered not how scary the uh-oh nor how wee the good...to turn my attention away from my fear toward something spiritual in nature was the starter. It seemed likely that by focusing on finding something good, I'd find God or a glimpse of God. 

More and more, I learned to stay my focus there...there on a good, to hold there. Lo and I'll be! It grew itself, and I had my sliver of gold. The pearl beyond price: Find that sliver of gold, hold to it...it will grow us into It.

Blinding flash of the obvious: Our good grows us.

Thank you.