...real faith is the prayer that is so sure of a glad response.... "God Calling," November 1
After my rant of yesterday, I found in my "God Calling" this BFO, dated one year ago: Love is acceptance of everything...resistance to nothing. There. To me, that is proof that God is our teacher, and he pays close attention to our every thought...our every inclination. And corrects us as needed.
Love being acceptance of everything, resistance to nothing, seems to be the place where Etty Hillesum lived her last years in Nazi Germany. It is what her writings show forth as she lived in hiding, then in concentration camps, and certainly as she was crammed into the train going to Auschwitz.
Hillesum is my idea of a walking around saint. She lived that new way of thinking, on a higher plane deeper within, and she wrote it down for us to learn from. To learn that it is not only possible but preferable, no matter the outer conditions, to live not resigned, but accepting...and grateful. I doubt not that she felt fear, great fear in such horrifically fearsome conditions, but her journals prove her indomitable belief in the higher good.
I am glad Lucy ran loose yesterday...that led to my appreciation for Etty this morning, and how I need to continue going for the higher good.
It occurs to me that whenever in our life that we have done a good and decent thing, we need to ponder that. There have been innumerable acts of good and decent things done for us that we have not even noticed or did notice, even appreciated, and may have forgotten. We can let those things remain with the givers of the goodness to remember.
We must needs hold our acts of kindness dear for they are not of us. They are our proof that the Father within is on the job.
Thank you.
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