Our gold is ever in the last place we would think to look, and there it is: Thinking may be the way to the destination, but the destination is never gotten by thinking.
Today, old age is my who'd-a-thunk-it example. Looking back, it is clear how many of our earlier years' uglies, our rues, regrets and remorses, have become our today's treasures. That's why I know my old age as my Golden Years. There, the peace I've ever sought...I am comforted naturally, happy in and loving my old age.
Face it, old age is dreaded...why else would we have so many different names for it. Senior citizen. Elder statesman, oops, statesperson. Long lived. Old age is that which we dread till we get here and discover the joy in it. As for me, I find people are nicer, more gentle, patient...mayhap because I am all that right back, but without thought, preplanning or looking out for No. 1 (which saying I am grateful I never did cotton to).
Who's kidding whom? Old age alone does not bring peace, love and joy...it's that prior proper planning that is paying off large. The planning being entirely found in our study unto doing our spiritual footwork. Mine being based in the Sermon...which is simply give over, give up, give in to God and others. That's how we get ours. But only if "getting ours" is not our motive.
That hook is spelled out in seek ye first the kingdom of heaven and all these things shall be added unto you..."all these things being added" is what we must detach from for it will ever keep us in thrall to self. Our detaching comes as we find ourself...without thought...forgiving a perceived slight, or letting a wrong be wrong without carrying it with us either by resentment or by pride.
All this is of God through our opened self. We are living the promise: God can and will intervene in our life in our behalf.
Thank you.
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