I am continuing to consciously build my trust in the God of my own understanding...and no doubt will be three days after I am dead.
The work begins with opening our own hidey hole, our self-protected view of others, and exchanging that view for the feeling of unprotected acceptance of another. Hey! I suspect that is love, plain and simple. I hope I'm not getting above my raisin' to quote my grandma.
I know I cannot do better than model the trust given me by my pets, all love with pawprints. They had complete faith in me and that did not come from the fact that they could see me. They just made use of the love they were born with, let it grow and flow just as the proverbial mustard seed does.
There...the mustard seed, whose only job is to grow, so grow it does. No nattering, coaxing, worrying, analyzing...it grows because God formed it, gave it its job to do, and set it free to be. Which, if we would only accept it, is just what he did for you and me.
Going with God's message seeming to be upside-down and backward, I trust God by knowing my less-than-wonderful personality traits are God's slivers of gold. These I get to accept as they lead me to a living humility, not removed to leave no trace until self "needs" them again.
I accept my foibles are correctable by God or acceptable through God...I can own them or blush through them, not deny, i.e., resist, them.
I trust today knowing I live by God and by grace. My conscious choice is to do no harm either deliberately or with malice aforethought. Staying that course is my job and my joy...how far afield can I go?
He goes before us to make the crooked places straight. -- Isaiah 45:2
Thank you.
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