SIT AND WAIT IN TRUST

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for thou art with me.... -- The 23rd Psalm

An unformed thought has been floating around in my mind for sometime now. It coalesced this morning: Yea though I walk through the valley all alone, unloved, unneeded, unwanted and unappreciated...the fool, I fear not for thou art with me.

That came about from a mental conversation I was having with the generic Gertrude which ended with: "It's not that I regret saying such, the pity is that you took personally what you heard me say, and I accepted your personal affront as my fault."

Not to bang my drum too loudly, but that's bloody brilliant. 

Over the banging of my drum came William James words, Genius means little more than the faculty of perceiving in an inhabitual way, followed by "inhabitual way" is God at work. 

Back from my ego trip, I ponder, underneath it all, what does my Gertrude conversation mean to me? Her taking personally what she heard is on her and not for me to fix or to judge. 

My acceptance of another's affront as my fault, even though unknowingly and unintended, is my sliver of gold. There is the root of self-deception...that my words have import outside their meaning. Or, that my words have more import than they can possibly carry. 

Spiritually, that might be the mentality of the good Samaritan aborning; materially, ego-driven. Probably mix and match which goes against my scrupulous grain but that too is spiritual growth. Or I'm calling it that.

With no clear-cut idea of how it was to come about, this past year I have thought, even written, that my mouth needs to take a backseat to my ears. 

Today, I've got a glimmer: Sit and wait on the Lord...and trust.

Ah, hallelujah, plain and simple...I never doubted that  God loves me.  

  

Thank you.