To love my father is to love His Son
Let me not think that I can find the way to God, if I have hatred in my heart. Let me not try to hurt God’s Son, and think that I can know his Father or my Self. Let me not fail to recognise myself, and still believe that my awareness can contain my Father, or my mind conceive of all the love my Father has for me, and all the love which I return to Him.
I will accept the way you choose for me to come to You, my Father. For in that will I succeed, because it is Your Will. And I would recognise that what You will is what I will as well, and only that. And so I choose to love Your Son. Amen.
I was Little Miss Dynamo today; made a list as long as my arm and got through most of it, including writing the publicity blurb for Caribbean Juices. I even managed to fit in an hour of belly dance practice, in preparation for my performance on the 9th of October. Something has been unleashed. I am amazing!
I think it has much to do with the second paragraph above. I am accepting that the way to God is the only way to success. Even on the days when things don’t go according to plan, on days when I weep another sister’s tears, or have to reschedule my life to comfort another, I feel on purpose. The writing and performing is simply part of that way. I am amazing, because God is amazing, and I am part of God.
