My fierce fight to resist authorizing doom of stubborn and quiet despondency ended when I made a vow to honour the gift of wisdom that enlighten me to appreciate the difference between surrendering to my own stubborn spirit and letting Life fully unfold its miracles of magic and magic of miracles as it personally continue to inspire me to manifest the message of all the souls still sharing affluence to posterity in forms that the mind cannot comprehend or chooses to want to ignore.
At first I was very apprehensive when messages came to me from invisible intelligence. I was most scared when they appeared as real-time live creatures. I thought this is goofy; still, I made bonds with them as I thought, what the hell! Since myself is a curious creative creature who enjoyed challenging the God of understanding to reveal to me the hidden messages of Life without the crowning with thorns, hanging on tree, wine and vinegar quench aid, gruesome hangdog skulking that made me linger in agony angst already far too long, I was all too eager to accept whatever …whatever life situations presented me with as answers to my honest commitment to let God be God so long as life gets happier with each breath.
Life lessons that match the size of my understanding began showing left right and centre sometimes I had to dart to be able to catch up. Talk about organized chaos. God was having a ball! I had never imagine God having so much fun when one creature decide to let it have its way and be its spectator long enough to be invited on heaven’s roller coaster and actually enjoy the darn journey. I started being myself just like God was being itself. I have been developing this brazen attitude that anything God can do I can do it too, anyway. Needless to say I stopped praying. I stop asking God nicely. I started again to ask confidently. Soon enough I had no reason to be naively nice with God. Authenticity with myself was good enough and as good as it gets in my unorthdox style
I resumed thanking Life that I was bold enough to be so afraid and fearless at the same time. And since that was possible then sleeping in a boat and walking on water in the middle of the storm of life situations became real as I chose to experience it
This is like when one arrives at the edge of the cliff or the brink of life and Life says leap and, ta-da foolish fear takes heed of the God of my understanding and so it backed off far away nearly out of sight-at least out of God’s sight.
Precision, impeccable steadfastness of spirit heals heart in a way that has me floored. Now that is compliance I can honour and appreciate with a state of grace called integrity. I am glad that I accepted Life’s olive branch before the Red Sea closed in on me and that I celebrated the haphakh while in the middle of life’s drought
At first I was very apprehensive when messages came to me from invisible intelligence. I was most scared when they appeared as real-time live creatures. I thought this is goofy; still, I made bonds with them as I thought, what the hell! Since myself is a curious creative creature who enjoyed challenging the God of understanding to reveal to me the hidden messages of Life without the crowning with thorns, hanging on tree, wine and vinegar quench aid, gruesome hangdog skulking that made me linger in agony angst already far too long, I was all too eager to accept whatever …whatever life situations presented me with as answers to my honest commitment to let God be God so long as life gets happier with each breath.
Life lessons that match the size of my understanding began showing left right and centre sometimes I had to dart to be able to catch up. Talk about organized chaos. God was having a ball! I had never imagine God having so much fun when one creature decide to let it have its way and be its spectator long enough to be invited on heaven’s roller coaster and actually enjoy the darn journey. I started being myself just like God was being itself. I have been developing this brazen attitude that anything God can do I can do it too, anyway. Needless to say I stopped praying. I stop asking God nicely. I started again to ask confidently. Soon enough I had no reason to be naively nice with God. Authenticity with myself was good enough and as good as it gets in my unorthdox style
I resumed thanking Life that I was bold enough to be so afraid and fearless at the same time. And since that was possible then sleeping in a boat and walking on water in the middle of the storm of life situations became real as I chose to experience it
This is like when one arrives at the edge of the cliff or the brink of life and Life says leap and, ta-da foolish fear takes heed of the God of my understanding and so it backed off far away nearly out of sight-at least out of God’s sight.
Precision, impeccable steadfastness of spirit heals heart in a way that has me floored. Now that is compliance I can honour and appreciate with a state of grace called integrity. I am glad that I accepted Life’s olive branch before the Red Sea closed in on me and that I celebrated the haphakh while in the middle of life’s drought
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