How many times in my life have I heard or read..."as I was dying...(or drowning, lost, scared, trapped, alone, sad, or weary, to mention a few) I heard: go toward the light." In whatever form, the light was always the saving "place." I never really associated it with God or Jesus.
When some salesman would knock on my door and ask, "are you saved?" I thought, resentfully, I don't need that right now. I'm just fine and safe in my doorway. I still don't like that.
In my forties, I joined a group that emphasized finding a God that I understood, giving him/her all the attributes I wanted. I began to grow into that God and to trust that God. After a while, gender was no issue and the Great Spirit covered it all. We became friends, walking and talking. All I had to do was think of my God and the directions became clear.
Even if I didn't like the answer, I learned to trust and go with God's plan. If I couldn't forgive, I just asked God to handle it - to forgive - until I was able. Soon I realized that my life is a path, fresh each day, where I can choose to follow Light. This brings me peace, helps me keep both feet on the path.
I respond to the Light in people, in their genuineness, non-judgement, sincerity, joyfulness, helpfulness...and it attracts me.
God speaks to us through intuition. I do like that and I try to be still and know, have faith and trust, and do my best to follow the Light to safety, love, acceptance and joy.
-Diana Sebaly
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