Transference

Transferance

There are times when speaking with God is more like a monologue than a dialogue. When that happens my expectation of God dwindles, my joy feels vapid and my excitement stagnates even for a little while.

It’s like a child wanting its parents full attention only to later realize that mother dear and father dear had their own need for undivided attention for God to hear their hearts’s cry and to hear God unequivocally saying, ‘You are perfectly you. Nothing is wrong with you.” Sincerely, God!

This is the closest I can come to comparing earthly parents with the eternal parent when I feel like Eternal Presence is totally not there to applause my bravo moments of making it through the day and bandage the bohbohs.

As soon as I admitted this personal fact full return of glee, the glitter in my eyes and smiles from ear to ear make me fully present to celebrate aliveness and God cheering me for living happily with integrity in my own kind of way.