My Mission Is Not Over

I know because I woke up today.  Yay God!  You too!

My back hurts a lot today.  Sky is overcast.  Maybe the sun will come out later.  If not, I will just be laughing anyway, because Laughter is the best revenge, as is living well.  Revenge against, you ask?  Against my self-centeredness.  Against my own shortcomings.  I cannot take revenge on my fellow sufferers. 

I will not.

I know you will not.  Because you are beloved of God.  Because you know you only get to keep what you give away.  Because you are joyous, happy and free just like me.  And if you don't believe me, keep taking the actions you would take if you did believe me.  Fake it til you make it, right? I have been sober for over 42 years now.   Not my doing.  Christ saved me.  From myself. 

The Lord is my light and my salvation.  Whom shall I fear?  Only the body can be murdered.  The spirit who is Holy will and does sustain my joy and my life.  I will continue to pray for you.  I will continually commend you to God and ask that you be given conscious awareness of Christ's presence within and without.  God inhabits the very space between the atoms of our being.  If God ever stops thinking about us, we will return into God's presence, and a pile of clothing will be all that remains to show we visited this planet. 

This is not to say body is separate from spirit.  That too is an illusion.  We are not dual beings.  We are single creatures of embodied spirit.  What we are is lovely and holy and whole.  Let us dance and sing today and all days because we know this.

I often feel I say these things over and over.  Too bad.  I get to.  I am old!  That's not something everyone gets to be. 

I pray today for those who have died.  For those who will die.  For those who are dying.  Christ remove their fear.  Remind them who they are.  Bring them into your holy presence singing and dancing.  Heal me if it is your will, so I can sing and dance in my body.  If not, my spirit, as you know, sings and dances all the time!  I love you, Jesus.  I love my dear family -- the family of my body as well as the family of my spirit.  The family I chose is just as precious to me as my blood family.  I pray for you every time you cross my mind. 

Last evening I was in chat with some others who are fond of the Visitation Sisters.  Their rule emphasizes kindness and a gentle spirit.  Those qualities are hard for me, and I like hearing about them with and from those who joined that Order.  I tend not to be kind or gentle with me.  That is not how I was raised.  Practicing those qualities used to be very hard.  I learned a lot about how to do that from my dear Bishop Cait, and my dear sister, Sister Sheila.  Thanks, sisters!

I was so happy to see my dear friends online during mass yesterday.  I will try to tune in to SpiritualiTEA today.  If no one is there, know that I tried.  LOL!

Was that yesterday?  Or day before?  In any case, I love my life and my friends and I love writing.  Have a holy and a happy day today.  Contact me on Messenger or call me if you want to talk.  I slept some last night and feel pretty well today in spite of my back pain.  I have a plan.  A CUNNING plan, Sister Sheila.  I have a schedule for today which ought to keep me from overworking or saying Yes to everyone.  Or not.  Have a joyful, spirit-filled and holy day. 

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