Most of us get our information from a variety of sources. It’s sensible, especially given world events and the relentless news cycle. Skepticism is healthy, even necessary.
But when it comes to gurus, experts, or coaches, you can’t ride two horses to the finish line. You’ve got to choose.
This doesn’t mean you can’t read books by different authors, listen to different podcasts, or take different courses. But what you learn and discover needs to be filtered through a singular source.
The Bible wisely states no one can serve two masters. If you were brought up with Biblical traditions, you likely take this to mean you cannot serve God and another god.
But what I hear in “No one can serve two masters” is that you can’t have more than one intention at a given time. Too many intentions inevitably serve as counter intentions, canceling out each other. What I also hear in that is that you can’t have more than one focus at a time. You must know what you’re working towards and give your attention to only that.
Similarly, when you’re serving two masters, you end up giving too much attention to contradictory information instead of acting on the information you were already given.
Surrender to your master. Trust that you will learn everything you need to learn through them. That’s where the juice is.
In life, you will find yourself in places you never expected to find yourself – physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.
Others may look in from the outside and feel entitled to criticize or make fun of you.
Sometimes you’re stuck because of your own constraints. That can happen.
But sometimes you’re stuck because God or the Universe needs you exactly where you are.
Why? To heal.
It seems preposterous that the Universe would want such a thing for you. It can seem so cruel sometimes.
But if you freefall into the embracing arms of the Universe, you may find that you are exactly where you need to be right now.
You feel a stirring on the inside. You become present to wounds long forgotten.
But what then…?
The rote religious answer is that wounds are stirred up to be healed.
It sounds amazing. I wish it were true. But I simply haven’t found that to be the case.
When something gets stirred in me, it’s more like a reminder of my inability to do anything about my circumstances. It’s a reminder that I’m about to make another lap around the same mountain I’ve been circling for years. Decades even. It’s become rote, uninteresting, and sad.
But I don’t know any other way. I haven’t been shown another way. I’ve come this far without access to new paths. And no one in their right mind would say I haven’t tried.
The stirring is wasted on someone like me. Then again, I can’t say I know anyone who would say otherwise.
I want my healing more than anyone else wants it for me. But wanting it accomplishes nothing. It’s like a job half done. God, or the Universe, or All, decided to take the trash out, but only got as far as bagging the garbage, and never got as far as taking it out.
God decided to stir something up but decided not to do anything to heal it. Because God, if there is one, doesn’t care about such trivialities.
“God works on His own time” is another rote, religious answer. Thoroughly unhelpful, and based on my experience, categorically untrue as well.
God is the one with something to prove, not I. They’ve made promises. I haven’t.
If there is a God, though, I sure hope He’s not worried about me. I hope He’s out there dealing with real problems in the world. My problems are insignificant and unimportant. That’s become abundantly clear.
When a friend doesn’t answer your calls, doesn’t show up to parties, doesn’t help you with a flat or your next move… the message is clear.
And we’re not talking about friends. We’re talking about an omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent being.
Got the message. Loud and clear. God doesn’t care about me. And that’s good. I hope He’s out there solving the world’s problems, because the world needs a lot of help right now.
As human beings, we always find ways to justify our decisions.
“If anyone asks, this is what I’m going to say,” we say to ourselves. Because we’re far too afraid of looking bad, and when we don’t have answers, we think we look bad.
“Because God told me to” is the favorite catch-all, but also the ultimate copout. If you examine closely, you’ll realize it has nothing to do with God, but rather to do with what God has put in you. When you’re communing with yourself, you’re really communing with God. And so, we grow closer to God when we agree with ourselves. Because it is one and the same.
Which is why we’re at odds with ourselves when we say, “I feel like this is what I’m meant to do, I just don’t know yet. I’m asking God to make it clear.”
But truthfully, you’re just asking yourself and your subconscious mind to make it clear. Because God is in you, and you are in God. Answers will be forthcoming when you make the request and hold no doubt in your mind.
You don’t need to justify anything. You’ve chosen because you’ve chosen. Don’t worry about looking bad. Do what feels right to you. Then you will not be conflicted. You don’t want to be conflicted, because to be conflicted with yourself is to be conflicted with God. Being conflicted will only prolong the journey unnecessarily.
Some days, I don’t feel like I’m the one at the steering wheel. I feel like god, the universe, or some other unnamed force is.
I met a friend for a quick chat at Starbucks today. When I showed up, he was there with another friend, who shared:
God can bring you exactly where you need to go. You don’t need a phone. You just need to pay attention to signs and promptings. It’s the same thing with rest. Rest is an essential part of life, and when you are prompted to rest, the best idea is to rest.
I, in turn, shared when I was prompted to go on sabbatical back in summer 2013. A podcast had planted the idea in my mind, and I followed through, because a season was ending in my life.
It would seem, the universe’s message to me today, is to rest.
Because today, I have mostly been unfolding conversations instead of just sitting at a desk typing out words. Which has been amazing.
Who’s at the steering wheel? I don’t know. But you would do well to follow promptings to rest.
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