Good Evening, God!
It came to me Tuesday night that I didn’t want to die. Dying “seemed” to be the “threat” my body somehow posed. No doubt this was a trifle over the top, but I got the message and sent off word that I wasn’t going to be at my Wednesday morning prayer group. Meeting with this group is one of my most favorite things to do. But, my body was sick, tired and wanted both Respect and Compassion.
Hmm. Respect and Compassion. Aah, God, don’t we ALL want Respect and Compassion! Certainly I know that other people deserve that. But, sigh, I wasn’t giving Respect and Compassion to my own Body. So, my Body “spoke up!”
Today I was at the center for the annual conference of Hawaiian Islands Ministries. These upraised arms holding up the glass ceiling of the Honolulu Convention Center made me think of how we lift up our hands in praise of You, God. But then I thought — hmm, maybe these arms are also raised in surrender? Respect and Surrender are more closely related than I had ever realized. To respect another is in some measure to surrender our expectations of that person. They are respected as they are — which is often not as we might wish they were.
Now my Body has been granted a new level of respect. I have heard it. And because of that, I have left unheard some wonderful speakers at the HIM conference. I have taken my body home and soon will put it to bed.
It feels as if my Body has been invited to become a Part of my Grand Alliance. That feels good. It feels right. And now I am feeling very relaxed . . . and very thankful.