Dumping

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                               I see things the way I want to. Everybody is a figment of my expectations. If I don't understand it, it's not real. Or worse. I believe if I try hard enough, I can make things the way I want them to be. I control my life. I am responsible for how other people feel. How they feel determines who I am. If I don't like something, I will keep thinking about the way I wish it were. I need to understand. God, or life, owes me. Something. Or has it in for me. For some reason. I will prove myself to be who I truly am. What I think, is real; everything else is almost. I know what I like. And it matters. I live by what I understand.

This is the garbage that I take to the dump, to God, my sweet meadowy landfill. Over and over, I have to take out the trash. I drop my burden to be with the One, in this moment, as it is, as I am,

as God is.

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Shedding, with considerable release at higher altitudes, as throughout the day reality shows a high disregard for what you think. There will be significant clearing, as the sun burns off the upper layer of judgment.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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