I think it's interesting you say "on the day this bridge gives way", as if it hasn't happened to you before, when I am sure it has. How many times have we had to wait in the dark for days before someone brings us water? Or, more often, rock by rock claw our own way out, bloodied and crushed, when no one came to the rescue?
My relationship with Christ and my heavenly parents has given me: the knowledge that I didn't deserve to fall off the bridge or be crushed, that I am worth any effort I or others put forth to get myself into a safer place, and that if no one comes to the rescue that is on them, not abandonment I 'earned'.
I know my heavenly parents want me to learn. A LOT. Every fall of the bridge looks like a roller coaster park or bungee jumping trip from their perspective - something interesting I get to experience that I would much rather pass on, but I strongly believe they are cultivating for me. Sigh.
What beautiful thoughts ❤️ I love those moments when we become blessings for each other. Those moments feel so divine for me because they aren’t driven by begging or pleading, just by pure love.
I'd never considered the subtle but important shift between begging and pleading, and love freely given. One feels pure, and one feels conditional. This could be another reason I didn't feel like god really loved me until so recently in my life, when I have learned to feel God's love through connection to the world and the people in it. I never have to ask for that love, only allow it. Thanks, Stephenie!
Learning to live with the uncertainties, the vagaries, the kicks and the pricks of life is, I believe, the work of a lifetime. And I acknowledge I live with much privilege which undoubtedly shields me on a daily basis more than I comprehend. Yes the sure place is love.
It's given me a handle to grab in the whole complicated blessings conversation over the years, anyway, which has brought me some peace. Hope it can help you too. —S.
I think it's interesting you say "on the day this bridge gives way", as if it hasn't happened to you before, when I am sure it has. How many times have we had to wait in the dark for days before someone brings us water? Or, more often, rock by rock claw our own way out, bloodied and crushed, when no one came to the rescue?
My relationship with Christ and my heavenly parents has given me: the knowledge that I didn't deserve to fall off the bridge or be crushed, that I am worth any effort I or others put forth to get myself into a safer place, and that if no one comes to the rescue that is on them, not abandonment I 'earned'.
I know my heavenly parents want me to learn. A LOT. Every fall of the bridge looks like a roller coaster park or bungee jumping trip from their perspective - something interesting I get to experience that I would much rather pass on, but I strongly believe they are cultivating for me. Sigh.
What beautiful thoughts ❤️ I love those moments when we become blessings for each other. Those moments feel so divine for me because they aren’t driven by begging or pleading, just by pure love.
I'd never considered the subtle but important shift between begging and pleading, and love freely given. One feels pure, and one feels conditional. This could be another reason I didn't feel like god really loved me until so recently in my life, when I have learned to feel God's love through connection to the world and the people in it. I never have to ask for that love, only allow it. Thanks, Stephenie!
Learning to live with the uncertainties, the vagaries, the kicks and the pricks of life is, I believe, the work of a lifetime. And I acknowledge I live with much privilege which undoubtedly shields me on a daily basis more than I comprehend. Yes the sure place is love.
"The sure place is love" is a phrase to live by. Thanks for that, Kathie. —S.
This is a perfect explanation "if no one deserves a tragedy, how can anyone deserve a blessing?"
It's given me a handle to grab in the whole complicated blessings conversation over the years, anyway, which has brought me some peace. Hope it can help you too. —S.