Salvation

I wonder about salvation all the time, God. I have no concept of a Love as great as Yours. I suppose the good news is that I am aware. It leaves a lot of room for improvement. So today I contemplate that word and its meaning. As I watch the following demonstration, I imagine all the pieces of the fabric of my life falling into place so neatly, so tidily. Perhaps one day, huh? Just maybe...




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Not Exactly A Gift

It's not exactly a gift. Or so he said when he brought me the lamp. "You can't HAVE it," he said, "but you can USE it." For me it's a gift no matter the length of stay. For me, it IS a gift.

As you always point out, God... it's all in the perspective. The gift of light is the gift of hope, forever reminding me to count my blessings. It must be higher math, God. Too soon I forget about doing that. We humans are strange creatures in that we can find that same math to 'keep score' or to calculate our number of injuries. But how easy it is for us to 'forget' to count our blessings.

I thank you for this gentle reminder today. I needed it so very much.

The Fork in the Road

I get so confused, God. I sometimes don't know which way to turn or which way to go. Your gift of discernment escapes me many times. Too often I'm left standing looking at the fork in the road, paralyzed, unable to move on.

Try as I may, I can't seem to move forward. There is no moving left or right. And certainly, there is no retreat. It's as though I am removed from my body and I'm watching myself. The sensation is so strange. It's like me doesn't feel like me.

The usual stance is to just wait until the uncomfortable becomes unbearable. This time I want it to be different. I know that even inaction is action of a sort. For once, I want to see that fork and move beyond it. Not because it's so intolerable, but because it is the right thing to do to get out of the paralyzation.

Thank you for listening. And thank you in advance for your help. It always comes.

The Power of the Rose

Hello God...

I just wrote a note to a friend. I signed it with my new name, SallyRose. I sat back and just looked at it sitting there on the page, how the letters all fit just right, and how I felt so lost before I knew it.

The other name was harsh and hard. It never fit. But I didn't know what to do to feel true to myself. And then that moment happened. Remember? A misreading on the part of that same friend. I corrected them, but still they insisted that they had read SallyRose. They went to look at a piece I had written and came back stunned over what they had found.

Some time passed and I knew if I were to try to get published I couldn't go with the original name. But what then? And the more I thought about it, the more it seemed to fit... SallyRose, SallyRose....

I thank you for that glitch in time, God. I thank you for my friend. I thank you for the misreading. I thank you for the change in me since I adopted the new name. They were right. I can still have strength without having to have that hard name.

Long live the power of the rose!