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I feel like I just unraveled a mystery -- the mystery of how I am blessed and protected by a power greater than myself. You may already have come to this realization but it took me longer. But I now see that Divine Power, I call it the God of My Understanding, can't protect me from the sorrows of my life, but it can and does protect my Spirit, my Sacred Spirit, as I face what I must. Of course! That is where Divine Power would reside, wouldn't it? Divine Power is spirit and so it...
...When it's something important, I believe in doing my best. I don't believe in trying. It's a fine point, I know, but trying doesn't get me there. Trying feels too vague, too much like a half-measure. Doing my best, the best I am able, gets me to the place where I feel I've done all I can do and it's time to let go.
It can feel like I'm jumping into a dangerous unknown, but I pray for Truth. I come to know it in my heart...
...It seems to me that what is worthwhile and true, what is meaningful and precious, is not on the surface but deep. And that to reach that depth I must stop worrying and doing, and go within myself. I must be still and silent and determined. I must keep going deeper. Then deeper still. The truth I seek is always there.
Where do you find meaning? Where do you find truth? Do you have a way to find yours?
...Whatever my effort might be, knowing my purpose keeps me on track. It keeps me from trivializing things. It keeps me from being unduly burdened. It keeps me from getting sidetracked and losing sight of who I am and what I'm after.
My purpose affects everything I do. As long as I know my reason for doing something, as long as my mind and heart are in alignment, I am pretty much safe from irrelevant influences -- especially from my ego.
I suppose it...
...One day as I was journaling about a circumstance that had taken a turn for the worse and made me very frightened, I found myself writing that I felt like I was jumping from a precipice... into what? Into a void? An abyss? Into oblivion?
The word that suddenly came to me was fear. I felt like I was jumping into my fear! My huge, overwhelming, hopeless fear. And just as suddenly I realized that I didn't have to let fear overpower me. I could...
...The river of life flows gently, or not.
After a torrent of stress or sorrow its powerful current sweeps me from You.
Sometimes imperceptibly.
Sometimes with sudden force.
It threatens me with the death of separation.
Knowing You are the safety of the shore I must struggle against the pull
toward my faith and trust in You and Your Way.
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...Free!
A possibility. A way to be.
Why does it stir me so?
Why does it speak to my heart and fill me with lightness and light?
I look at my cat and think, You are such a cat!
So free to be what you are.
So unconflicted.
So right with the world.
Where is our rightness? Our freedom?
Can we be free?
Are we not free?
Free to choose?
Free to decide to be our noblest selves, our best selves.
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...Spirit Divine,
In my hour of sorrow and suffering,
my hour of fear and vulnerability,
my hour of loneliness and loss,
I pray to place myself in Your care with my whole heart.
I pray to know I am in Your care with my whole heart.
I pray to trust in Your care with my whole heart.
There is a wonderful quote from choreographer Martha Graham that says:
“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action. And because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you avoid it, it will be lost.”
I love this quote. It gets my attention. It makes me think. It makes me listen deeply. It makes me ask “What do I bring to the world?” What is mine alone, and must...
...There is so much power in truth. The truth of what I say. The truth of what I find in my heart. The truth of my life’s experiences. The truth of my feelings. The truth of yours.
Truth takes the drama out of life. Things are what they are, and they are not what they are not. Truth makes things simple.
But truth takes courage sometimes. It takes courage when I feel that I have no right to my feelings, no right to call things as I see them, no right to be me....
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