Dwelling in the Place of What If
SO many nights lost to sleeplessness and cold sweats; second-guessing decisions confidently made in the daylight's Right Mind. Passionate pursuits "shushed" for fear of humiliation, or failure, or "insert excuse here"; silencing singing, denying access to the hard-won skill long languishing in memories of who I used to be. Fighting while my Capricorn drive for practicality takes me down every imagined Tragic Ending for my shattered heart. Anxiety: dwelling in the place of What If. So how about this: What if I trust - that it has always worked out. What if I know - that I have everything I need. What if I believe - that I am loved and loveable. What if I dwell - in the place of Peace? This Thanksgiving weekend, the Fall colours are perfect. Crocus bulbs have been planted in Mount Layla, protected by a CAUTION tape barrier, a buried promise for spring; the crisp fall air and clear bright sunlight has made for three full days of thanking Creator for my life. Yes. T...