There is within each day a continuum of variation. Even in the most benign of days, the temperature rises and falls, the light changes and shadows scuttle across the landscape, and completely cloudless days are very rare where I live. So why would it not be logical to expect that we are so far different than the rest of Your creation? Must we all strive to be stable, unvariable, changeless, immutable . .
I understand well enough the value of balance and stability, of not tilting too far in either direction . . of not getting carried away by emotions. Still, aren't those emotions what separate us from the entire rest of Your creation? You gave them to us, and, it would seem, in superabundance to some of us!
You've been teaching me to reign in and bridle what must be tamed. Even more, You've used others lately to reveal to me just how much I've lied to myself . . about so many things. And Your Voice this morning stunned me with the quiet, pointed, personal revelation: "Just because you can empathize or even think you understand something or someone does not necessarily mean it has become you!" I wonder if there are others who have blurred the boundaries of their being as much as I have, since childhood. It was imperative to be pleasing, and to please, one had to anticipate . . and to anticipate, one had to understand . . and so, I lost a lot of me in the process.
I can care without being smothered . . love without losing myself in the process . . give without emptying entirely? You've pressed a key into my grateful hand . .
I understand well enough the value of balance and stability, of not tilting too far in either direction . . of not getting carried away by emotions. Still, aren't those emotions what separate us from the entire rest of Your creation? You gave them to us, and, it would seem, in superabundance to some of us!
You've been teaching me to reign in and bridle what must be tamed. Even more, You've used others lately to reveal to me just how much I've lied to myself . . about so many things. And Your Voice this morning stunned me with the quiet, pointed, personal revelation: "Just because you can empathize or even think you understand something or someone does not necessarily mean it has become you!" I wonder if there are others who have blurred the boundaries of their being as much as I have, since childhood. It was imperative to be pleasing, and to please, one had to anticipate . . and to anticipate, one had to understand . . and so, I lost a lot of me in the process.
I can care without being smothered . . love without losing myself in the process . . give without emptying entirely? You've pressed a key into my grateful hand . .
