Gesundheit

My flaws are constantly in my face as if God is holding its torch right between my eyes with no intention to back off. The more I think that heaven is shining its beam on my foibles to make fun of me and I in turn make fun of it for the way it chose to make me, the more it says otherwise. I quit trying to get that Light off my secret places where it alone has the key to that part of me where words, actions- justifying, lamenting, or otherwise are never allowed.

And though matter what I use to substitute the linen cloth that shrouds the penetrated delusions of why I am here, essence knows just how to use stillness to move, rake and shake, rivet and, satisfy the soul, stimulate the senses, stun the emotions, inspire the mind and sway the body in finesse fancy.

Spirit resumes its focus and of course that’s when the Lord-of-the-lightening-lights takes away its beam. I would think that is when it would switch on its all-high beam so I know that I know that all is well. This is just another way of reminding me who’s in charge and who gets all the glory and hallelujah praise. I tell you, the way God works!