Thursday, June 27, 2024

WE CAN TRUST GOD SO WE TRUST GOD

According to the Talmud, every blade of grass has its own angel bending over it, whispering, 'Grow, grow.'

It seems that quote comes to me as needed, and I'm usually surprised...but always welcoming. I can sense my angel bending over me now whispering words of encouragement. 

This I choose to believe, because it is what I have been led to believe for the last 50+ years, I can trust God who has me and my foibles well in hand...every single glitch and pitch is of God and for my benefit...especially the scary ones, the ones that feel like my mind is going on a walk-about, leaving me all alone and so lonely, unloved, unneeded, unwanted and unappreciated...my well-known and acknowledged primary self-centered fears. -- possibly from an older post, possibly a blinding flash from my journal

There...proof that my angel is always with me. I wrote that paragraph previously, and apparently, it is what Nervous Nelly who shares space with the Father within needs now for, unbidden, there it is. I am sure those words were important to me when I first wrote them, but they feel vitally important to me right now. 

The vitally important words right now: I can trust God.

Our Father knows our needs. I say that a lot...then when the fact is proven, I try to explain it. To make material mind sense of a spiritual mind gift is to deny the spiritual gift. So, I'll not try, I'll gratefully accept that I know, and I know that I know...I trust God.

Thank you. 

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