SEE, REALIZE, ACCEPT

A thought I treasure and ponder often: Jesus standing before Pontius Pilate, being judged, and saying not a word. 

I have for a long while believed that exemplifies perfect peace, and my desire is to do just that. As in, if/when I be unjustly judged, to remain silent, mouth shut, mind at peace. This, to me, is the epitome of God's grace.

Spiritually this is proof of the Father within doing his work through me. With which I have been gifted on more than a few occasions...which gift I regret to admit I have rejected more than once.

Because, of course, my reasoning mind, with my ego Lucy as its agent, must and will have its say. And there's Lucy doing her happy dance in the hope that the accuser will be judged by their own conscience, by their own rues, regrets and remorses...which will wake them at 3 o'clock in the morning and slap them upside their head. Who's kidding whom? Shame them is the word.

There it is...the hook that keeps my spiritual condition at bay, i.e., the hope for the other to suffer. Ah, not just to suffer but to suffer on my behalf.

Actually, blinding flash, this is the same process I go through with seek ye first the Kingdom of Heaven and all these things shall be added unto you. The promise of all these things being added unto me keeps seeking Heaven first, a distant...at a distance, let's say.

And here comes gratitude to lift me up. Thank you. Seeing these as mine, as my personal quirks, is God's never-ending gift to me...I see, I realize, I accept. The three-step process that assures me God is on the field, I'll get there when I get there because I'm heading in the right direction.

God loves me so much.

Thank you.