"Don't be afraid" ....
Don't be afraid I thought but how? How will I show this "clammy coin" this bitterness, and all the disappointment I went through in my life to THE ONE and Only ONE that love me so much...well I knew that I had little to show and I was afraid to let it be seen....but I really think the it the response that made me exhausted, every time such a fearful response and as time went by and little by little I grew accustom to "Dare to let go" my hands started to open up and it started to force out those many fears. But be very patient with yourself until you can open your hands, hart your feelings so that it forms a gesture of receiving.
With me ... it's still a long spiritual journey of trust, for behind each fist most possibly another one will be hiding, and my thoughts are that this is an ongoing process, and endless one BUT so much has happened in our lives that made all those fists and at any hour of the day or night you might find your clenching your fists again out of fear, and we don't always now for or about what but we need to trust.
Maybe someone will tell you, "You have to forgive yourself." But that just isn't possible right now, what will be possible right now will be a slight opening of your hands, I for example have found that praying and conversation with God brought a spontaneous reaction of joy over me, it inspired even others around me to start recognizing these similar moments in their lives, moments of spontaneous peace, it in these moments that one realize that to pray is to live...
Maybe you’re in this position and you’d like some to pray with you well here follow an example that you can pray right now...
Dear God,
I am so afraid to open my clenched fists!
Who will I be when I have nothing left to hold on to?
Who will I be when I stand before you with empty hands
and discover that I am not what I own,
but what you want to give to me.
And what you want to give me is love-
unconditional love.
Amen
Maybe a question for meditation can help to loosen up the hands until my next post
What am I holding tightly in my clenched fist?

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