RISK SURRENDER...LOVE AND LAUGH

Today with trepidation I suspect that my reliance on the Sermon has become my risk-free insurance...give over, give up, give in of self-interest, self-reliance, of self. This is an in-depth lesson in silent speech...oh,BFO, also known as prayer. 

My next step up, apparently, is I now let the love within speak aloud...remembering always that love speaks, love does not preach.

This comes at an opportune time for I am seeking to fully realize that the Father and I are one. One cannot speak of what one does not fully realize.

I get it all over again, for the umpty-umpth time, I will never get "It" until I quit looking. Knowing the help I seek is already mine is true to me from my eyebrows up...moving that down to my belly button or my toenails or wherever God is in the moment, is not mine to do, it is mine to realize...and there, the Father within. 

It is akin to trying to see God with the naked eye. 

We can't be faulted for trying. As has been written, we must try with a will or fall by the wayside. It is in trying the same thing over and over, expecting different results, where we fail...the same thing is our self-determined objective. 

We risk surrender...in the vernacular, I don't know. In that surrender of self-will, we accept God's will, God's way. We love and laugh.

We also have to remember that taking risks invites greater reliance on God: The God of wild places requires risk. -- Theologian Tony Jones

Thank you.