When I stop cajoling, negotiating, petitioning, and outright begging, that’s when I have surrendered.
Sometimes the darkness is brought on due to our actions, as evidenced in addiction. But other times, it feels random and unfair, like a cancer diagnosis for the mom who makes good choices and has two beautiful children and a loving husband.
Sorry to break it to you, but patience and trust go hand in hand.
When I consciously choose to believe that God is everything, I widen the stress tolerance window. I have more peace of mind and a longer pause between stimulus and response. In other words, I’m less likely to “lose my head” over something simple.
Those of us who walk the spiritual path do it because we want to live with relative peace and calm. We want to be reasonably helpful to others. When our shortcomings stand in the way of our serenity and usefulness, we are off the path, causing us discomfort, irritability, and sometimes outright pain.
Last March, some of us thought that this would all be over by Easter. Then when it wasn’t, we thought, “Maybe by the summer.” The lush summer came and went; everything turned red, gold, and brown; it got cold. “Maybe by the new year.” Each expectation leads to another disappointment. The disappointments feed our angst like a greedy child devouring cookies.
Peace in our land will come from the people choosing to love.
When my thoughts, actions, and emotions are all in alignment, then the doing becomes effortless.
. You want to be free of the COVID blues? Choose gratitude. Choose to shift your magical magnifying mind onto the blessings that surround you. Watch the blessings bloom.
The only thing that will truly refresh the soul is the belief in something Bigger than All of This. Bigger than the President, the pandemic, the social unrest. Bigger than the election. Bigger than limited thinking. We need a bigger God.