PONDER, PRAISE AND GO FORWARD, I

[The following is a reprint of my post of June 24, 2020.]

The thought flits by whenever it wants to that I need...something. "Fixing" seems to be the filler there with which I chat God up with little hints like: You've got the power, Lord...use it! Fix me already.

God always answers, You are fixed. This is you at your best. Pray your thank you.

Many years ago I had a blinding flash of the obvious that I was not a leader, would never be a leader, and, except from my egoic mind, had never wanted to be a leader. The relief I felt was unbound freedom.

I saw again this morning that mine is to realize my right size...teeny, wee, smaller than small. I can rest in that knowing that my inner Self is doing for me. 

Another thought flies by: Study the Saints Francis and Clare.

I am freed to ponder, praise, and walk toward the inner edge.

Thank you.