Wednesday, September 27, 2023

BY GRACE WE MAKE LOVE OUR OWN

...if by grace you can make love your own, do. —The Cloud of Unknowing

I just seem to be rattling around in my own head, looking for a place to settle. For whatever reason, that quote soothes my unsettled feelings. 

It feels counterintuitive but it's the word "if" that comforts me. Take "if" away, and we're left with just another high-flying spiritual demand...or command: By grace you can make love your own, [so] do.

I feel a ways from there. Actually, that is the comforter, the "not there" feeling with no panic, no self-rejection, just the words,  ...if by grace you can make love your own, do. 

My sense is that has been sitting on my shoulder, waiting to drop in (for a spot of tea?), while I continued to circle looking for a place to settle.

There it is...answered prayer. I can, am, and do feel unsettled, yet my heart, soul, body and brain know no panic...or no fear of panic, more like. 

Hey! I think I have...by grace, made love my own. Believe it and own it! I do, yes I do!

God loves me sooo much.

Thank you.

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