Let There Be. . .
My life works best when I step back from all of my trying and worrying, and rest in the truth that it will evolve just as I envision, gently, beautifully and perfectly.
In the graceful, quiet days when everything around me is in peace, I joyfully affirm that divine order is at work in my life and in the world. In the hectic, questioning days when I’m feeling like I’ll never get it right, my memories of infinite peace and trust in the process seem very far away indeed. Creating a conscious life feels like a pretty big undertaking, like it should somehow require a great deal of thought, or study, or . . . something.
By this time I’ve learned some tricks and tools for navigating my life’s course with intention. I’ve practiced meditation for many years, enjoyed creating treasure maps and doing affirmations. I love all of the many wonderful tools we have for experiencing truth. They are all great, proactive things in creating a life with purpose.
But how amazingly powerful that space is where we can allow the God within to express fully through us, where we can simply let there be, and it is done. In just allowing something, there is no effort, no trying, no need even for being proactive. Just an acknowledgement that all we need do is choose, and our experience reflects our decision.
There’s an amount of faith and trust needed in creating this way. When I remember that I don’t need to try at all, but can simply allow whatever I need or want to be, my body calms down. There is more space for me to be present in my body and in my experience. I can express more of who I want to be because I’m not struggling against anything.
It’s a peaceful place, in those moments. But inevitably I’ll move on in my day, and some other detail will capture my attention, and I’ll forget about whatever I had decided to just allow to be.
It’s all part of the process. Once I turn it over to the God within, it is done. It may take some time for me to realize it, but my prayer has been answered. I just need to have faith in the process. Situations may arise that cause me to doubt that what I have allowed into being is real, but that is part of the process, too. Faith really can move mountains.
Tonight, in my quiet writing space, I choose to let there be perfect expression of the song in my heart. And it is done.
We all want peace, between nations, between strangers, and in our close relationships. We want peace within ourselves especially. It often seems that if only circumstances outside of us were different, our lives would finally be different, and we could get some peace. If my family members were all doing well, if the economy weren't such a mess, if there were different politicians running the country, if my kids were grown and out of the house, if my boss (or my spouse) weren't such a lunk-head, if drivers weren't so rude (the list is endless), then I might find a tranquil moment in my life.
But the world we experience is an ongoing reflection of what is taking place within us. The amount of peace that we are able to find is directly proportional to the nature of our thoughts and beliefs. Awareness of this truth really can set us free.
If I accept that all I see in the world is mirroring my beliefs, then I can challenge my thoughts and change my experience. I exercise my power in designing my reality when I choose to live in peace. Every less-than-peaceful person or situation I encounter is a perfect teacher, once I get past the resisting and fussing over how the world is not behaving according to my expectations, for me to choose how I want to show up. At some point, hopefully sooner rather than later, I remember to stop and ask myself, have I done or am I doing something similar? And I try to work on that. Our interactions with others provide a mirror in which to see the still-learning places in ourselves that we would not necessarily see otherwise.
It is said, as within, so without. I'm learning that it's never about the other person. It's always about me, and what I have yet to remember about choosing my best and highest expression of the God within. I try to be grateful for the events in my life that seem to rob me of my peace, because they provide such perfect opportunities for me to remember that I can at any moment choose the peace that is the truth of me. I may have been waiting many years, or many lifetimes, to come to just this moment, where I can stand in opposition to another's choices or expression, and then choose instead to forgive us both. Even when we are expressing less than our highest, we are all heroes. Our armor may at times get dented and rusty, but it never stops reflecting the light.
Peace stems from the decisions that I make every day about how I label my experiences in the world. As those decisions nurture peace in my heart, they promote peace in the world as well. Let there be peace in my heart.
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