THIS, TOO, IS OF GOD...LET IT BE

This BFO of mine of August 24, 2024, has my attention this morning:  Our problem is never the named thing; it is fear of the named thing. 

Looking back to January 9th, just days ago, I feel like I have been cyber-delivered to another universe...then bounced back to here-and-now in a suspended state of consciousness. My old favorite, what to do?, what to do?, no longer fits.

So much has happened: The California fires had already started but the Palisades fire was my first awareness from the news that flashed that morning as I watched President Carter's memorial services. In an instant I felt my own emotions go from melancholy memories of President Jimmy to frantic fear for the folks in the fire zone, my back-in-the-day stomping grounds.

I felt mesmerized watching, torn between sadness and horror until another newsbreak announced the sentencing of president-elect Donald Trump which was scheduled for the next day or two. And then came news of an incoming snow storm...two inches is equivalent to two feet to the people in this area, and the prediction was for up to nine inches.

All of these are now history. Ah, but what about the consciousness, not only of me, but of all of us who are living what feels-like a whirligig of life. Living the injustice of justice whether we know the details or not, the consciousness of each of us along with the country's is affected. 

Again, God fills me, and I remember we need only welcome all less-than appearing for it can and will turn us to you...to peace of mind in the midst of what is appearing...and inner knowing this, too, is of God...let it be.

There it is...our consciousness is in God's care and protection...our job is to see it stays there.

We stay our thoughts on Thee, oh Lord, we stay our grateful thoughts on Thee. 

Thank you.