WE FIVE-FINGERED ONES AND OUR GIVEN SEAT

[E]very single living life form has been given a seat on this sacred hoop of life … and that includes us … the five-fingered ones. We also have a seat on that sacred hoop. Every single member has a methodology for upholding its part of the sacred hoop. Every single member must uphold their part of the sacred hoop, or the integrity of the hoop begins to fail. That’s what I believe we’re witnessing right now. -- Pat McCabe (Weyakpa Najin Win, Woman Stands Shining) of the Diné nation 

Blinding flash of the obvious: My posts...those are my part, are me upholding my part of the sacred hoop. Thank you.

That seems such a small thing, the writing of my posts. 

I have worried and fretted for years...literally years...because almost all of my friends (and every single foe, seems like) do so much for others...serve others selflessly, all but religiously, and maybe even there, too. I do not...worse yet I have never even wanted to...uh-oh, all that worry leans toward guilt which gives the lie to not wanting to. 

I seriously resisted starting to write, but it was gifted to me. One fine day, I sat down and started typing...and published what I wrote! And every possible day for the past fifteen years, I get up, I go into my quiet time, then I sit and let my posts flow forth. 

It sometimes takes an hour, sometimes several hours...I only know how long it may take after I've put the last period to it since I never know when I start what's to be said. I do not know, nor do I care whether the posts are read, and if read, appreciated or demeaned...they are not mine, they are freebies.

Just this morning when I got the word that writing is my service to God...that making myself available every morning for God's word to flow from within is of God...I felt jubilant. All my feelings of guilt just got transmuted...they're now jubilant!

Again, the writing is not mine, it is of God. His flow through me shows forth as my service work, and I am freed of the surface garbage. 

God does indeed work in mysterious ways for our benefit his wonders to perform.

Thank you.