Good Evening, God
I promised You I’d write every day for 60 minutes . . . only to forget completely about that promise today. It was not a good day. I got caught up in being a victim. A horrible thing to be. And a worse thing to get stuck in. And at the end of the day I had taken enough steps out of victimhood to remember my promise to You.
At first, I thought, really God, I’m tired! You will understand that I need my sleep. Off I went to bed. Only, after a few minutes I thought. . . maybe You,God, know best? And my mind was RUNNING and so I thought that I would “trust” You and keep my promise. I just finished my 60 minutes. And, I wrote out a lot of STUFF that had just been swirling around in my head. I feel much better. And honoring a commitment to myself feels great!
Writing Therapy, who knew? But, it makes sense for me. I joke about how I don’t know what I’m thinking until I hear myself SAY IT OUT LOUD. Of course, writing is the first step. I then have to READ what I wrote. And rewrite it and edit it.
But, I am happy about having chosen keeping a promise to myself and to You, over sleep. I keep promises fairly well . . . Nope! YOU ARE NOT METICULOUS.
Sigh, there is that word again. I am not sure if it is my Nature or my False Self that is horrified of becoming meticulous. Now I’m hearing, Not totally meticulous all the time. Just becoming a person who has the capacity to act meticulously in appropriate areas.
Oh dear. I feel it coming. A major Growth Prompt.