‘I am among the ministers of God.’
Let us today be neither arrogant nor falsely humble. We have gone beyond such foolishness. We cannot judge ourselves, nor need we do so. It is not our part to judge our worth, nor can we know what role is best for us; what we can do within a larger plan we cannot see in its entirety. Our part is cast in Heaven, not in hell. And what we think is weakness can be strength; what we believe to be our strength is often arrogance.
Whatever your appointed role may be, it was selected by the Voice of God, Whose function is to speak for you as well. Seeing your strengths exactly as they are, and equally aware of where they can be best applied, for what, to whom and when, He chooses and accepts your part for you. He does not work without your own consent. But He is not deceived in what you are, and listen only to His Voice in you.
A messenger is not the one who writes the message he delivers. Nor does he question the right of him who does, nor ask why he has chosen those who will receive the message that he brings. It is enough that he accepts it, give it to the ones for whom it is intended, and fulfil his role in its delivery.
Let us learn this lesson for today:
I am among the ministers of God, and I am grateful that I have the means by which to recognise that I am free.
These lessons are like lasers to my mind. Last night I spent many hours questioning whether God really wants me to write the kinds of book I’m writing, whether he wants me to be living the kind of life I’m living and loving in the way I’m loving. It may have been because I was exhausted, desperately in need of many hours of sleep and managing only a few hours at a time, or feeling that there are not enough hours in the day to achieve all the things I feel I need to do. I was even questioning whether I should continue with these blogs, whether I should take a break from them and concentrate on writing the novel.
Then this morning’s lesson reminds me that I only need to do what I feel moved to do, without questioning the whys or wherefores. As I sit to write I only need remind myself that I am merely a messenger. I know the difference between writing which comes through me and writing that I try to write myself. The former flows naturally. Often it’s not what I set out to write. Whenever I’m struggling to find something to write I know its coming from me and not through me.
Today I had the privilege of spending a few hours with a group of very high vibrating people at the Kitchen Garden Café in Kings Heath. Mostly we just talked, shared our stories and laughed a lot, but some people shared treatments, Reiki, Emotional Freedom Therapy, Indian Head Massage, Palm reading, and Numerology. One person had an aura photo app on her phone. We had great fun seeing what colour we were vibrating individually, until someone came up with the idea to take joint photos to see if the energy changed. It did, and in some cases dramatically so. Visual proof that we affect each others energy.
Despite being quite tired when I arrived, I was positively buzzing by the time I left, and inspired to write; but most of all to accept my role as a minister of God including that part of the ministry that includes writing erotic novels.