This morning I thought of ways I have bound myself to pain and suffering by believing in the laws of the world instead of the laws of Love. Mostly it was a mundane list, but each one is a symbol of my choice to believe in what cannot be true, and thus my desire to remain a separate self with a separate will. In that way, they are all the same and so I put each one on the altar as I noticed it in my mind.
When I got to my son and I thought of his problems that seem crushing. I put that on the altar, too. My mind went to some of the things I believe about him and his situation. I see him suffering more in the future if he doesn’t change his mind about a lot of things. I imagined how bad it could be and I felt like crying. As I put this on the altar, I asked how to see it differently.
In the past, I would envelop him in my holiness and remember that there is nothing my holiness cannot do. I would see him in his holiness. I would bring as many of these kinds of true thoughts to the situation as I could think of. This was done in a kind of desperation because I was afraid. This morning when I asked for a different way to see this, I saw him making new choices. I saw him growing through this situation. I saw his true inner self, the beautiful, loving and heart filled self I know so well, coming forward and I saw him living from that place.
This morning when I asked for a different way to see this, I saw him making new choices. I saw him growing through this situation. I saw his true inner self, the beautiful, loving and heart filled self I know so well, coming forward and I saw him living from that place.
After that vision of him, I sat amazed at how blind I can be. I follow the ego mind like a well-trained dog following its master with no thought to do anything else. I think there is no other place to go. That is what it is like when I get caught up in the ego stories in my mind. How often lately I have not been able to see past the fear stories that I see in my mind.
This morning Holy Spirit showed me that I am perfectly free to choose other stories, truer stories, happier stories. This should be obvious but it was a revelation. It was like I had been asleep dreaming a nightmare and suddenly awoke in relief to see the light of day. The bad dream lost its grip on me. Thank you, Holy Spirit. I won’t forget this. When my son comes to my mind, I will remember how perfect his life story is and how grateful I am that it is leading him to his blessings.
I will see him striding confidently through the situation breaking away from the darkness and into the light with barely a stumble. Thoughts show up, but it is my choice which thoughts I entertain, and I remember that all thought produces form at some level. I will be discerning in my thoughts. Instead of focusing on the thoughts I fear, I will choose the ones I love and want to see take form. This is healing through true prayer.