An Allamanda ca blossom
Good Day, God!
How wonderful it is that You want us to talk with You! I never fail to forget that I cannot earn your love . . . that Your love already embraces me. And not just me — but all of us.
No doubt that statement would be or IS judged theologically incorrect. But, I agree with the Right Rev. Desmond Tutu — that You seem to have remarkably low standards. Look at the folks Jesus hung out with . . . a terrible bunch of sinners. Ah my. I am one, too. As Saint Paul pointed out — ALL have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God!
But, on to one of the things I wanted to thank You for!
A few weeks ago I was given an example of what Martin Seligman calls Learned Helplessness. After a day or two after this awareness, it came to me that I, TOO, was suffering from Learned Helplessness. (Most likely all of us humans suffer from it in one form or another.)
Once this realization — that I, too, suffered from Learned Helplessness — permeated my heart, I felt as if I had been set free! And I was free! All sorts of things that had been “pending” in my life began to get done. Or should I say that I began to do them. It was an amazing week, in which things got bought, a handiman was found, and things got done.
So, God, I’m wondering about this phenomenon. A friend said . . . sounds like you were just suffering from procrastination. I said well, I called it procrastination for years and nothing happened — but when I called it learned helplessness — a lot began to happen.
I’m feeling that there remains more to learn about this — a lot more to discover about culturally imposed limits and unconscious restraints! But, right now, I just want to say: Thank You!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
My dearest Margie, Probably THE or at least one of THE BEST things that happened to me when Chet accepted the job at CUC was that we got to know one another, or I should have said that I got to know you. Some how I just had your New post, Learned Helplessness, pop up. All I thought I was doing on my IPad was click a “junk” on something else when I heard a ping and up came the phrase, which I thought about mor in my psychologist days. I realized then that my generation of females were schooled in that helplessness by just being female. Today it seemed appropriate to my approach to the leaps in technology particularly as regards the leap in computers between 1989 ( when I junked my carry- on- sized first- generation “Portable” and 2013 when I bought this Ipad! I have enjoyed all your postings and will certainly try to grow on with you more faithfully. Wish our paths could cross regularly. I guess they can if I don’t “procrastinate.” Read the Spire that arrived yesterday and was reminded of your forgiveness series. Hope you felt good about the reception of the thoughts you were preparing one day when we last talked. Just got back from the 3 hr. trip to deposit Marsh to the Bainbridge ferry to get back to SEATAC and SFO. I was checking my email and found he had gotten on the flight. I haven’t flown in 2 years! I just realized that is probably a new record at least since 1990 but then I was never 90 yrs 0ld until this year! Shalom >