A very good friend sent me this passage this morning in my time of need. Yes THANK YOU… In this I hear God calling… and what ever “God” means to you- can we all not relate to something larger than ourselves? The passage below calls me to rise to the occasion because with out it- I am small, and dark.
I need to be reminded to choose gratitude and that having shoes with which to walk is far more worth my attention than occasional pebble that finds it’s way into my step. The most difficult things to let go of are the events that have happened in the past and those who were involved I feel have wronged me.
Betrayal is for me, the very very worst possible hurt that I can feel. That “feeling” drives me to dark places where I think thoughts of revenge, unkindness, even brutality- and yet thank GOD, thank you God when that feeling passes ( as it always does) and the dark is over taken by the light again. Let it pass like a Summer thunder storm. Please just get me through the storm so I can feel the light on my shoulders again and shine forth spreading the light to others. This is where I belong. Not, in the darkness- feeling small and afraid.
Underneath all emotions are the very base ones from which all others stem
I choose love again today. I need the reminder sometimes that love is where the light comes in. Thank you dear friend for the reminder today.
Regret nothing. Not even the sins and failures. When a man views earth’s wonders from some mountain height he does not spend his time in dwelling on the stones and stumbles, the faints and failures, that marked his upward path.
So with you. Breathe in the rich blessings of each new day – forget all that lies behind you.
Man is so made that he can carry the weight of twenty-four hours, no more. Directly he weighs down with the years behind, and the days ahead, his back breaks. I have promised to help you with the burden of today only, the past I have taken from you and if you, foolish hearts, choose to gather again that burden and bear it, then, indeed, you mock Me to expect Me to share it.
For weal or woe each day is ended. What remains to be lived, the coming twenty-four hours, you must face as you awake.
A man on a march on earth carries only what he needs for that march. Would you pity him if you saw him bearing too the overwhelming weight of the worn-out shoes and uniforms of past marches and years? And yet, in the mental and spiritual life, man does these things. Small wonder My poor world is heartsick and weary.
Not so must you act.
Right. I have a choice. It’s a choice. It’s a choice. It’s a choice.