Fear. My unwelcome friend. My nemesis without which I likely would never have chosen my spiritual path.
My spiritual path, that which saves my sanity on a daily basis. It requires me to go beyond reason to love.
I am resisting my fear of dementia...to be clean-hearted honest, I am resisting my fear that I have dementia right now. Words are wonderful, but, when fear is riding herd, repeating God's will, God's way feels like whistling in the dark...un, just un.
I am resisting my fear of dementia...to be clean-hearted honest, I am resisting my fear that I have dementia right now. Words are wonderful, but, when fear is riding herd, repeating God's will, God's way feels like whistling in the dark...un, just un.
The hidden pearl beyond price: It is fear riding herd that turns us to the Father within...or, our wholly...holey...holy...safety net.
Comes the blinding flash: My path to walk today is to believe dementia is another of God's gifts for my benefit. Then let it come...with fear, of course, but unresisting.
Thank you.
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