GRATEFUL MEMORIES

 Today, September 11, brings its own kind of memories...I'm feeling a tish gobsmacked that 2001 was only 25 years ago. 

Our lives...my life...has gone on,  tripping, skipping, stumbline, falling...but all-in-all, successfully...as in, no regrets.

Some oh, I'd rather not remember that, but in general, I'm good with my memories...it might be that my memory is not what it once was, i.e., great, but I'm good with that, too...or close enough.

The one sentence that solidifies peace in my mind and my heart is I go to God for God, and that is all...for that is all.

There...peace is upon me. 

I've nattered enough about my anxieties that I need take that no further.

On this rather holy day, I am grateful to be alive, aware albeit with memory fading. I know from my toes to my nose that I go to God for God and that is all...for that is all. 

Ah, I am peaced.

Thank you.

IN GRATITUDE, WE GO TO GOD FOR GOD

 And yet again I ponder: I go to God for God, and that is all...for that is all.

That sentence brings peace to my mind, to my Soul if you will.

I go to God for God and that is all...for that is all: The good, the bad, the ugly. the wonderful...all One.

Thank you.

WHEN GOD SPEAKS, LISTEN

Again I am reminded:  If we do not give the love we have, we will never get the love we seek.

Thank you.

LOVE...AND THAT IS ALL, I

[The following is a reprint of my post of September 26, 2017.]

'God Calling,' 9/26/01 Note to Self: When our actions are 'less than' toward others, we are living in two worlds.' Love = One.

What we see is always our self; what we receive is always sent by us to us...it is never her/him/them. There is no her/him/them.

The Father and I are One.

Thank you.

WE GO TO GOD FOR GOD...FOREVER AND ALWAYS

 I am feeling pepper sprayed by unlove...not hate, but, I suspect, fear. The fear of a former friend who has diagnosed me and found me wanting. I cannot say exactly what her diagnosis is since she has not talked with me...just with friends and strangers on streetcorners. 

Apparently, dementia is the word, so there it is out in the open. 

I, of course, have diagnosed the former friend with fear of dementia in that she "sees" it everywhere.

I would say this makes me crazy except....

So, I pray a little prayer for my friend and for me and for all who are feeling attacked by unlove. 

I go to the God of my understanding, and...ever unfailing...He gives me the quiet word again: Love...love...love. 

Thus begins the love we harbor but use only in emergency. Like daily if we ever get gutbucket honest. 

We go to God for God, and that is all...for that is all.

Thank you.

DE-HEADED BY GOD. I

I[The following is a reprint of my post of September 18, 2015.]

Blinding flash of the obvious: Atheists call it "whatever;" theists call It "God."

There is a fine line between those two...take, for instance, pain.

There are those who resist the very idea of pain, of suffering ever for any reason. There are hospitals, mental wards, drug and alcohol rehab facilities...churches!...filled with our kind. We will go to any length to avoid the possibility of our own idea of suffering.

Then there are those of us whose sole goal is to seek still more spiritual growth. When we first hear that the path to God is through pain, we resist...mightily. But, having no choice, we find as we go forward that our suffering is self-inflicted...it is the pain of ego-reduction in depth.

Too often our fear of pain is our imagining the pain of being beheaded by Isis when in fact we are being de-headed by God. The gift of grace through humility is our reward.

Suffering is the ancient law of love; there is no quest without pain, there is no lover who is not also a martyr. -- Heinrich Suso

Thank you.

ON WALKING THROUGH FEAR IN FAITH, I

[The following is a reprint of my post of December 29, 2019.]

Blinding flash of the obvious (as I asked to be relieved of the bondage of self): I must release You from my bondage of self.

It was a great gettin' up morning when I realized that for myself, fear is God in camouflage for nothing turns me to God faster than fear.

The hook, however, is that fear is not lifted. We must walk through our personal fear to God. Ah, but we do not feel the fear as we are walking through for He goes before us making the crooked places straight.

It is I; be not afraid. - John 6:20

Thank you.