My reminder came when I read those words in my daily reader. It's not as if I never heard that before...ah, but this morning, it came from the Divine nested within me.
I am fretting about the new Turbo Tax forms and, because of them, dreading not being able to do my taxes this year...which I honestly like doing for myself.
Fairly often, while watching Jeopardy, the final question is waaay over my head...I just throw out a word or a name, saying "because I don't have a clue." And it turns out to be correct. Recently the question had to do with an ancient poet/warrior, and I said "Ovid, because I don't have a clue." And the answer was Ovid.
My morning blinding flash of the obvious is that is the key to "a faith that works," and I realized I need to nurture that ability, to find it deeper, naturally.
I plan to do my taxes today to the best of my ability...not to carelessly fudge anything so I can stop and turn them over to a professional tax preparer, but to sincerely make an effort.
How else does God do for me what I cannot do for myself?
This begs the question...why do we fear making a mistake when God is our cleanup crew?...or to put it more prettily, when God does for us what we cannot do for ourselves.
When we’ve run out of purpose, when memories of war sicken us, when Earth is attacked with unparalleled savagery for coal, gas, oil, timber, and profit, when poverty runs rampant and extreme wealth for very few soars, when friends betray us, and everyone we love lives far away … then, still beauty endures, and helps us make it through. Like God…. -- Marya Grathwohl, a Sister of St. Francis
Thank you.
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