Showing posts with label God's child. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God's child. Show all posts

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Nuzzle's Offering

November 20

NUZZLE’S OFFERING


Like a vegan kitten who wrestles long tailed leaves and twigs, subduing them and dragging these prizes to the feet of human parents, I fight paper tigers and bring the tatters as tribute to my Higher Power.  These bloodless battles are pure practice; future wars may not be as clean.  I can not enlist my God to fight these skirmishes; I would never believe in one that I could.  I accept Deus as creator and cheerleader, but champion, no.  Foliage and foes are mine to fight.  The spoils, I bring back for pats on the head and bragging.


Talk to things other than people.
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Triumph


God and I are experience junkies;
part of why I am here is so God can take me for a ride,
but also for the treat of God tucking into the sidecar
and letting me take us out for a spin.

I am God’s audience and God is mine;
though we are not peers we are comrades.
Life is a serious business I am sure and
profit and loss are always there to be considered.

I can barely describe to you
how much being in love with my creator is a joy,
but even better is being the apple of my creator’s eye.



Vlog: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7X9dWsE86k&feature=youtu.be



You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

Monday, November 18, 2013

Who is the Parent?

November 18


Who is the Parent?

There are more liars in my head than anywhere else and they will say the most errant nonsense, making it sound totally convincing.  First of all they use other people’s inventories to leverage me into believing that I am just what is needed to lift each person’s universe from despair; then they insist that my life will be incomplete until I have saved nations and secured borders, all the while failing to mention the deadly nature of these attempts.  None of this is a problem unless I listen.  Liars’ lying causes me no trouble until I accept and act on this bunk.  This is where a thorough inventory saves the day.  When I am clear about the truth of who and what I am I can’t be easily led astray.  I know I am G-d’s child and the resemblance can be strong, but today that burden is not mine to carry, so I can stay busy being me.


Cheap advice comes from thinking; dear advice comes from experience

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LIBERTY, HOPE?

If you had to choose would it be liberty or hope?
Liberty is highly recommended but without hope
How would you know you were at liberty?

Transversely if you had no liberty
How could you have hope?
Removal of liberty removes the possibility of hope.

So why ask for a choice to be made.
Well that’s the joy of liberty, I am free to ask anything,
And you are free to imagine anything and hope for more.


You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault