Holy moly! I just had a revelation of me being me...and not the cleaned-up me.
Yesterday, after a gathering of friends, a woman who offends my judgmental mind came up to me and started chatting. I was friendly, chatted...and when I was through chatting, I walked away. Without even a by-your-leave. She may have had more to say...which, no doubt, is what I was avoiding.
There it is. Who I was is who I am.
Now, that is not serial-killer awful, but at my age, with spiritual growth long being my guide, I have not only the right but the spiritual obligation to....
Uh-oh.
To what?
I suspect this is another of God's answered prayers. His, looks like an old lump of coal...Oh! It's a diamond answer. This is how faith grows...go with the lump of coal, trusting. Then next time I meet this Gertrude, I can have a kinder mindset, a gentler attitude...needed evidence of love growing in me.
Who's kidding whom? That is not just for Gertrude next time. If I don't have it for any and all, I don't have it.
Whoa, I just slid over into scrupulosity territory. Scrupulosity could sink the Good Ship Lollipop if that ship had a soul.
I just need to clean up my act with Gertrude...as in, get over myself. Next time we meet, be friendly and let her lead the next step.
Lessons learned.
These lessons seem to come only when we least suspect our need. Sneak attack? Or God Calling? Hint...God Calling.
Thank you.
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