I love the idea that we give God his laughs.
I'm arm-wrestling with my ego Lucy over my friend Gertrude who has got herself on the wrong side of me. I keep figuring different ways to let old Gertrude know...not that she's ticked me off. I'm not entirely stupid, I know that's the wrong road. No...I'm trying to find a way to set her straight with kindness, consideration and gentle reproach...shame, in a word. Uh-oh.
I must admit it wasn't until I thought about giving God a laugh that my thinking started turning in the right direction...inward.
I haven't hit All Clear yet, but I have opened to the recognition of my part in it...how my resentment got born. Since it did get born in me, it is mine to handle...and to handle with utmost care by seeking higher help to let it pass on through and out the other side.
I wonder if it isn't our ego's antics that give God his laughs...if it isn't when we open to our part in it that God's laughter turns to a loving smile. Yes! I choose to believe that.
I've already gotten rid of my heartburn, my proof that the Father is on the field.
Thank you.
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