September 22
No Jin
I molested the touch control lamp. I had no trouble turning it on, but could
never figure how to turn it off; therefore I let the light shine in the
daytime. I called looking for guidance,
“lick your fingers then try again,” was the glib suggestion. I offered that I was not interested in
becoming that intimate with said lamp.
Sometimes connections are made easily, other times they cannot be made
at all; still there are times the renewal of a connection is determined by my
willingness to up the ante. Am I willing
to put a little spit into the effort or will I leave the light to burn?
Invent small pleasures
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WILLING PIECRUST
I lay the crust of my will over the pie plate of
Gods’ will for me.
I must have the willingness to trim off the
excess.
I hesitate--- I worked hard to roll it out.
I know from past experience when hot issues come
up
These tags and hanging-ons burn and drop
Sometimes ruining the flavor and appearance of the
whole.
It is easier to cut loose the things outside
God-given intent.
I get the pie in its entirety when I crimp and
bend
To the shape of my life.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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