I've been battling a back problem for almost a week and yesterday I pretty much cussed out the higher beings that govern my life. I slammed doors and muttered as I picked up my doggie and fed her. At the first slamming, she jumped and slunk off to her crate to wait until the storm passed. I called to her and told her I wasn't mad at her. She received my petting and assurances but went back into her crate anyhow.
Later, I was pondering her behavior and I realized suddenly that her moods are governed by mine--that everything about her little life is governed by me, not unlike how my life is governed by the gods. There's more to it than that though. I also remembered being a little person in a chaotic household and slinking away when my parents fought, trying desperately to please them and make them happy when things were calmer.
I concluded that Emma Jane came to me as a gift from those same gods that I've been cursing. She models the profound connection between each of us and our higher power or god, if we prefer. She turns her life over to me every morning and considers it a joy if I look her way. How I wish I could do that with god!
So, this morning when I woke up discouraged and lonely, I did turn my life over. I said, "It's yours, God." And then I added, "Not my life, not my problem, Dude." I came downstairs and the day looked different to me. What did my god, despite my chronic lack of trust, have in store for me? I wondered that with hope and anticipation, not dread.
Like Emma Jane, I await further developments with patience and good will. Roxie
Later, I was pondering her behavior and I realized suddenly that her moods are governed by mine--that everything about her little life is governed by me, not unlike how my life is governed by the gods. There's more to it than that though. I also remembered being a little person in a chaotic household and slinking away when my parents fought, trying desperately to please them and make them happy when things were calmer.
I concluded that Emma Jane came to me as a gift from those same gods that I've been cursing. She models the profound connection between each of us and our higher power or god, if we prefer. She turns her life over to me every morning and considers it a joy if I look her way. How I wish I could do that with god!
So, this morning when I woke up discouraged and lonely, I did turn my life over. I said, "It's yours, God." And then I added, "Not my life, not my problem, Dude." I came downstairs and the day looked different to me. What did my god, despite my chronic lack of trust, have in store for me? I wondered that with hope and anticipation, not dread.
Like Emma Jane, I await further developments with patience and good will. Roxie
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