Defining love for our own self is our life's longing...redefining love is probably more apt.
We form our own definition the first time we have the cognitive awareness of love as ours to have...to get...to want. It is there at birth, but growing that love is dependent on our inner response to our outer circumstances.
A baby born into all the human comforts, including a loving nanny, may grow up to be crooked as a dog's hind leg.
A baby born into lack, with a hard-scrabble life before them, may become a beloved philanthropist whose primary goal in life is giving aid and comfort to others.
We all start with the same tools; namely, love and fear. Any feeling of good is love, from which all goodness flows; anything feeling not good is fear, from which all less-than flows.
Never forget, what we see is always our self. When we're taking another's inventory and finding them lacking...what in our self are we afraid to acknowledge...to own?
Once we get the hang of this...and it takes as long as it takes...it becomes a comfort. Looking within for our motives about anything is infinitely preferable to being unaware of our desire to find yet another "glassbowl" to inventory...and lose our spiritual focus over.
We must suffer the pain of our fears to be freed...the longer we hide, deny, lie about their existence, the farther we feel from God.
The big reveal...it is not God who moves.
Thank you.
No comments:
Post a Comment