One of the tragedies of our life is that we keep forgetting who we are.
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s COMPLETE) and write for five minutes about it. Confession: I failed FMF this week because the topic captured me and paired perfectly with my current rumination. So I dabbled with thoughts and words for more than five minutes, and still didn’t convey the depth of the topic. I trust you will grant me grace . . .
It begins with intention.
We choose to guard our hearts and take in those things that are edifying and, in turn, put those things out into our sphere of influence. We choose to listen more than we speak; we choose to hear the voice of the Divine above the cacophony of the world. We choose to know God as our father, and Christ as our brother. We spend time in prayer and in reading His words.
And sometimes, it is as if the Creator of the universe sits down beside you, puts His arm around your shoulders, and says: “Daughter, I want to show you something.” And in that moment scales fall from your eyes, and Truth is illuminated, and you understand Love in a way you didn’t before.
You are changed.
And you realize it doesn’t start with intention after all—it starts with Love, and a choosing, and a desire to know this One who loves you completely and forever. Then comes intention, and those precious times of communion with the Lover of your soul.
And the world has nothing that will satisfy more than this.