I belong to a Fellowship, the place where my God lives, that, to me, is perfect in every way...with one exception. The problem with this Fellowship is that it works.
I mean, in my entire life nowhere else, on finding myself badly misused, have I been told to go look in a mirror and say, out loud, "I am looking at my problem." That's the stuff my people in the Fellowship tell me. The way I know this Fellowship works is that I do that...and I crack up. I know I have not been badly misused, I know I've just taken myself too seriously...still, yet, again.
Every time I find myself in my own pity, peeved or put-upon, it is always, always, always...in my own mind...her/his/your/their fault. And this Fellowship says, in effect: "You got a problem, Babe? Invariably [direct quote, that word "invariably"] you will find that you have made a decision based on self that later placed you in a position to be hurt."
In other words, "Physician, heal thyself."
Which advice, I must admit never made a lick of sense to me, but few things written in the Bible do to me on first read...or without an interpreter. So that's my interpretation of how it's done...how this Fellowship works. We take responsibility for our own hurt feelings, our own emotional ups and downs, our own opinions, our own self. We take responsibility by looking within to our Self.
As long as we're focused out there, we're looking for, and we will find, someone to blame. And never find healing.
As my God says, "Get over yourself, Babe."
Thank you.
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