Who am I, and what am I? what evil has not been either my deeds, or if not my deeds, my words, or if not my words, my will? But You, O Lord, are good and merciful, and Your right had had respect unto the depth of my death, and from the bottom of my heart emptied that abyss of corruption. And this Your whole gift was, to negate what I willed, and to will what You willed. ~~ St. Augustine
I’ve been busy with my other blogs these last few days and have neglected my spiritual side. So on this bright, yet freezing, spring morning, I am reminded that despite my negligence to God, He is never negligent toward me. And while I don’t necessarily put thoughts to blog posts each day,it doesn’t mean those thoughts of God aren’t there.
My sister related a story to me about a gentleman she encountered recently who was so angry, so bitter with the way his life turned out, that it really made her take a step back. We discussed how each person has a choice – a choice to let your own life destroy you and poison your soul with bitterness and hatred, or to make a conscious decision to consider life’s blessings.
So, today, if you are angry or frustrated or bitter over someone or something or some event, don’t let it rule you. Make a choice – a choice for inner peace, a choice for God, a choice for Beauty – even if its only for a moment or two.
But You are the life of souls, the life of lives, having life in Yourself; and changes not, life of my soul. ~~ St. Augustine
As Spring awakens the flowers and trees around me I am reminded that God is the life of my heart and of my soul. In the good and peaceful times it is easy to recall these thoughts. It is in the troubled times I can so easily forget that God is the life of my heart and soul.
But God changes not – so even when I forget Him, He doesn’t forget me.
May I always be reminded of my True Heart and Soul.
Time’s succession of consecutive changes is what keeps everything from happening at once. Its sequential ordering of life is so much a part of us that we cannot conceive of existence without it.
So we have to constantly remind ourselves that God the Father—more alive than we can imagine, from everlasting to everlasting—exists, not in time like us, but in eternity. He is not bound by time. ~~ Ellen Vaughn, Time Peace
So I am learning – however slowly – about this being at peace with time – I keep reminding my self that I am in God’s time and just this morning I thought about my job. If you don’t know, my job consists of wearing headphones 8 hours a day answering questions and taking complaints. That’s right, I’m one of those customer service representatives on the phone that you (well, maybe not you) yell and scream at when something goes wrong and it’s not the rep’s fault that you don’t like the rules of the corporation but you’re going to curse her out anyway because it makes you feel good. I have issues.
Anyway, this is a tough job in and of itself, let alone for someone who is an introvert and in another century would have been a cloistered nun. So now I must expand my thought about being at peace with time. If I truly believe that I am in God’s time, then I am at this job because He wants me there. And all the people I deal with on a daily basis – and 95% of them are rude bullies with no manners – then somehow I have to wrap my head (and heart) around the possible fact that they call me – not just for what they want – but because as I am in God’s time, are they, too, in God’s time? And if that be the case, why do I hate my job so much?
Maybe because I am focused on the people and not God. Hmmm. Something to ponder. . .