“ Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers. ”– Galatians 6:9-10
The past couple of days have been an emotional whirlwind, just the kind you don’t want when you are already treading emotional waters. Yet last night I was reminded of why it is so important at least for me to stay mindful and intentional in all that I do, though I came so close to temporarily leaving that state of mindfulness and entering the land of pure ego. It was an ugly and emotional place to be, wanting to lash out for hurts but instead falling back on the words that have sustained me for so many years from the book of Galatians in the bible. I recognize that while many of my readers may not share my faith tradition, I believe that there is value in doing good for all humans.
I am an imperfect person living in an imperfect world which is often a recipe for chaos, especially when one starts to throw the personal pity parties that frankly feel so damn good, but rarely serve us well. In fact yesterday I was just writing out the invitations for my private pity party; it was going to be a blow out. I mean shit, how much crap does a girl have to deal with to catch a break?
Instead I held off on passing out the invites to my friends, pain, jealousy, greed, anger and petty and by the end of the day, that old saying things move in mysterious ways became more than just a saying that makes you want to smack the person saying it. It actually happened. Help came from a place I least expected it to come from and the upside is I will be home in Chicago next week and able to see my dad. To say I am overjoyed is an understatement especially since my plans for getting home weren’t going well at all, as I once again struggle to accept reality and my own limitations.
So at least for a couple of days BGIM will be one of the many BGIC. Sometimes letting go and striving to do good is the better choice.
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I made the mistake of having your writing delivered by email. I am reading everything you write, but commenting less. I wanted to pop in and let you know I am thinking about you and your family. And sending light and less of a heavy load. Hugs and prayers and strength.
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