For whatever reason, I am taken by the image of God in the midst of us...not "up there," not out of reach without a lot of stretching, straining, praying and pleading to just get a feel for him in our life.
When first I heard the words the Father lives within, it attached itself to me, and I trusted its truth. Today, thank you is my ever-present go-to, and my life proves it. I worry not...mostly.
I'm reminded of this from a happening just yesterday. I was on the phone with an acquaintance, and in the midst of my remarks to her, I totally forgot the next word I needed to say...the word that was the crux of my sentence. Then the whole sense of the sentence left me...which I cleverly covered with "as you well know." I'm fairly certain she did not, but she, too, covered well, and we wound our talk up.
I promptly had a mini panic attack...dementia?!
I was sent back to my post of a couple days ago where we had written: ...whatever comes, we need only believe to say aloud, This, too, is of God. And we will be peaced.
I am humbled and happy to report that that is true.
On the edge of panic, the thought arose, This, too, is of God...and I was peaced.
Since then, I have not had any dreaded thoughts attempt to enter...nor have I attempted to explain any dreaded thoughts away. When...not if...they come, I welcome them for they, too, are just looking for a home.
Love and laugh.
Thank you.
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