OUR NEED IS THE FATHER'S CALL

Fear not being thrown into the lion's den for the lion in the den is Aslan. -- long ago blinding flash of the obvious

Old realization born again: I...I...to hear the invitation of I in I as All is all. 

I am becomes sacred with the realization that I am encompasses you and me, Putin and Pope Francis, a rock in the field and the lily of the valley in its bed, the jungle rat and any neighborhood saint...each an I, the I am of God.

To acknowledge that out loud and proud sullies it as untrue. To hold it in that hidey-hole within, the whereabouts hidden even to our own self, is to let it Be.

On the occasion that it shows itself to us, we bow our head and shout a silent Hallelujah. We go on about the business of the day...peaced, and quite unprepared to forget it.  Which, being human, we will...until we need it again. 

Here comes peace to quell our niggling fear by reminding us: The Father knows our needs. 

Thank you.