I offer only miracles today, for I would have them returned to me.
Father, a miracle reflects your gifts to me, Your Son. And every one I give returns to me, reminding me the law of love is universal. Even here, it takes a form which can be recognised and seen to work. The miracles I give are given back in just the form I need to help me with the problems I perceive. Father, in Heaven it is different, for there, there are no needs. But here on earth, the miracle is closer to Your gifts than any other gift that I can give. Then let me give this gift alone today, which, born of true forgiveness, lights the way that I must travel to remember You.
Peace to all seeking hearts today. The light has come to offer miracles to bless the tired world. It will find rest today, for we will offer what we have received.
I went to Wirksworth today. As I drove through the heavy mist and fog of Birmingham I braced myself for a long and possibly tiring journey in these conditions, and began to wish I’d chosen another day to go. But somewhere just past Swinfen the mist and fog disappeared and I drove the rest of the way in beautiful sunshine, unimpeded by clouds, and able to really appreciate the beautiful green of Derbyshire. I thought it a metaphor for life. If we persevere through the fog and mist we will, often quite unexpectedly, hit the sunshine of life.
It’s coming up to 12/12/12 and I was made an offer to run a meditation at my home. I leapt at the opportunity and after numerous calls and texts (such short notice) two people have agreed to come, that will make four of us including me and the facilitator. A day to focus on interconnectedness.
The editing’s going well. Interesting to read back stuff I only wrote a month ago