Right after I went to bed last night, I sensed free-floating anxiety all but asking to come in...to take hold of me. I did not fight it (thank you), I let it wait there at my shoulder expectantly as I took a quick inventory of me, my day, my week.
I felt my consciousness shift when I recognized my anxiety was naught but resistance, that it was resistance I was experiencing.
That recognition allowed me to ask God's help to freely examine it. I had just gone to bed, relaxing into sleep, when fear came inviting itself in. I consciously prayed thank you, my Welcoming prayer, and I cleared my thoughts.
My resistance became clear...to the oppressive heat which kept me indoors without face-to-face contact for nearly a week, to my fear of our political situation and for America, and then, of course, to the daily nits and gnats that make their home in us.
My resistance fell away, angel wings enwrapped me, and I slept.
When we decide to face a fear, to welcome it, to kiss it on the lips, then that fear is defanged. God has us...you, me and our fear...in the palm of his hand. No safer place.
Thank you.
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