Posts Tagged "Daily Word"

As Within So Without

This past Tuesday was day three without air conditioning. I woke feeling like a good day lay ahead. I felt strong and resilient and capable of hanging out in my hot house all day while our heating and cooling system was replaced.

I’m working on seeing value and worth everywhere I turn. What’s the saying, “as within so without?” Or, as Debbie Ford wrote, “each of us is the microcosm of the microcosm.”

She also wrote, “what is actually inside me are the thousands of qualities and traits that make up every human being and that beneath the surface of every human is this blueprint of all mankind.”

As I grow in understanding of how we all are a part of one, grace fills me. Actually, its more of an awareness of grace, because grace is already present. The more I feel, the more I see and willingly spill out.

On the same day I was sweating at home, my sweetie was dealing with a difficult circumstance at work. Before she left that morning, we talked about how God’s grace is sufficient. And isn’t that the truth in all circumstances?

We pray to receive that which we already possess. I think that’s how Unity’s preference for positive affirmations instead of beseeching prayer came about. In fact, today’s Daily Word confirms that idea: “God is my strength and vitality. I am renewed.”

I do believe that much of prayer is recognizing the good within each of us, within myself and within you. These are the things I need in times of difficulty. Going within, BEING that which I already am. And that which I am, you are too.

It’s tough work sometimes.

But I’m grateful that now–during this week that brings both the anniversary of Mom’s death and the anniversary of stepping toward my life partner–I am open to seeing the real and true me.

God’s light and love ground me into right now where I can appreciate every detail, yes, even on miserably hot, 95-degrees-inside-my-house days. One gift from Mom–she did teach me how to make the most of any given situation or circumstance! So thanks for that, Mom!

And now I smile remembering her goodness. I got to see a lot of it during the last year of her life. I saw because I found unconditional love in Becky. It’s probably not a coincidence that our love began on the very day that, one year later, Mom’s place on earth vanished.

I’m a little bummed that I’m not taking a sojourn to Missouri this week. But I will travel to my heart several times over the course of this week and find her eternal spirit there, maybe even in the meditation garden I’m creating within. See you soon, Mama.

Photo courtesy of Scott & Mary Freeth

And Still I Rise

“And still I rise,” Maya Angelou nearly cries out the refrain in her achingly beautiful poem that feels wholly comforting to souls that wake weary these mornings.

I wrote Angelou’s words in my journal on January 16th, the day we celebrated the life of Martin Luther King, Jr. On that day, so many gave pause to honor the man whose eloquent voice rang out, “I have a dream,” in what seems a lifetime ago when considering today’s tumultuous times.

On August 28, 1963, when King called for an end to racism and for civil and economic rights, I’m sure many dared to hope as they hadn’t for a very long time.

And now, here we are, perched hesitantly on thin branches as the new president threatens hopelessness again. Oh God, I pray it isn’t so.

Maybe this 10-day-old period of rushed presidential edicts will turn into an eventual time of quieter order and understanding–miracles do still occur. In the meantime, we cannot ignore the real civil uprising that is occurring in cities and towns across our still-great nation.

The people need to speak. They need to be seen. They need to raise their voices against what seems at the moment like abuse of power.

Now is a time for care and caution. As a person in long-term recovery, I am not immune from rapidly accelerating thoughts that can lead to wrong action. I urge all my brothers and sisters in recovery to stay vigilant on their respective recovery paths and to stay “prayed up.”

Remember too that no one can take your joy or change you without your permission. Hear the rest of Angelou’s words:

“You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.”

In the Daily Word  on January 16, the passage about the word Dream, read, “I must act, pursue, and above all else, live in faith-filled awareness.”

I must remember that my life is about action now, not passivity laced with complaint. The latter was a part of my old life.

Today, I have a dream. I have a purpose. I will rise.

From James 1:25: “But those who look into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and persevere, being not hearers who forget but doers who act–they will be blessed in their doing.”

Unearthing Faith Again

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Fran Sorin’s Amazon best-selling book is still on my mind. If you saw Monday’s post, you know that Digging Deep is a great practical and metaphorical guide to getting right with the earth and your spirit.

It’s the latter that consumes me today.

I’ve been thinking a lot about faith and I’ve realized that my faith has been as stuck as a shovel in clay-packed Texas dirt.

I read in the Daily Word this morning that I am rooted in God. “I am never separate from God because God is everywhere present.”

Then, I read in one of my recovery guidebooks that growing through challenges is akin to asking God to prune us back so that we can grow stronger.

It’s a plethora of horticultural messages!

Tweet: I may be rooted in God, but my faith can sure decide to root-rot from time to time. @bheretoday #DiggingDeep

That’s when I know I haven’t been feeding my faith the nutrients it needs to thrive.

Every plant (and every human) needs a good pruning

Faith grows stronger at the point where it’s been seemingly cut away.

After the pruning is the time to pour extra nourishment on the site because it may need special protection and care for awhile.

It’s important to keep the area clean–so no thoughts of lack or limitation are allowed. It’s almost as if the newly exposed area of faith needs a quarantine for a time.

We should be mindful of not exposing pruned areas to the elements that could cause harm. You might even consider a light covering, like a tent to ward off a springtime frost against the sharpness of the cold.

I know I feel much better as I protect my newly rooting (re)faith. Later, as it gains in strength, there will be intended harm–pests and even pestilence. But you and your faith will be stronger and more capable of edging around those threats.

The time to grow is now. The time to ripen is now. There is much to do that requires a deep and abiding faith to emerge with a renewed faith and a deepened sense of peace.

May love forever guide all of you as you experience your own pruning process. May you allow the God of your understanding to give you comfort and a renewed sense of faith.

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