ON DEEPENING OUR TRUST IN GOD

Anything that upsets our normalcy is a threat to the ego but in the Big Picture, it really isn’t.....Falling apart is for the sake of renewal, not punishment....Our best response is to end our fight with reality-as-it-is. We will benefit from anything that approaches a welcoming prayer [e.g., thank you] - Fr Richard Rohr, "Daily Meditation," April 26, 2021 (My emphasis added and bolded.)

NOTE: Here's my assurance that God has me headed in the right direction: Almost the entirety of Rohr's "Meditation" today, is about building trust in God and moving out in that. Except for this Note and my BFO, all the italicized parts of this blog are quotes from Rohr today.

Blinding flash of the obvious: This is my time of building trust in my Father within.

Reasoning mind balks: Isn't that what I've been doing all these years...building trust in God???

Comes the light: Indeed, that has ever been my hope, my intention, but now: suddenly you’re placed in an utterly different world, where what you used to call 'normal' doesn’t apply anymore. 

The unsettled feelings, the anxiety that sits on my shoulder moving from left to right at will, are the reasonable response to the  "new pair of glasses" my old "normal" has received. I can fear it not for it is heading me in the right direction...toward a deeper trust in God.

I had an interesting experience yesterday afternoon...I knew it might be a risk, but I felt a strong urge to speak about "in the instant of realizing our defect, it is lifted" which is not often heard in the rooms. It is, however, written about in spiritual literature, and, interestingly, my blog yesterday morning was all about that.

Immediately after I spoke, I felt the old familiar regrets, the "coulda, woulda, shoulda." It took a couple minutes of wallowing to bring me to my "thank you," then to the realization that I had just taken a step up deeper in building trust in my Father.

This is what building trust in God feels like: ....what it feels like when everything falls apart. It’s not a threat. It’s an invitation to depth. It’s what it takes to wake people up to the real, to the lasting, to what matters.

I sometimes think of God's love as akin to the love of Ari, the first love of my life, my seven-pound Maltese. Ari would see me, wag all over from tail to nose-tip, and pee. Proof positive: It is impossible to hate love no matter how it comes to us.

Thank you.