“…and I wonder if maybe the best of my planning might be to go to sleep to my ideas; to nap while the kinks and knots are unfolded and untied; the ropes of self-sufficiency cast off this mental dock, and to allow the gentle rock and sway of an un-tethered boat lull me to rest under God’s lullaby of care.”

I dreamt last night that my husband, his mother and I were on the top floor of a parking garage watching a dirty tornado dip into the earth, followed by a huge orange, red and black fireball that tore its way across the Houston skies.  I wrote a bit about the feelings in the dream, then read in a chapter entitled The Knowledge of God Shall Cover the Earth about fear robbing our memory of being One, our Christ-consciousness, limiting our joy and ability to carry love for others.  All brought me to ask, “What are my fears?  When was the last time I paused to actively inventory what scares me, and to write them down in lieu of continuing the mental dance of denying influence?”

Eighteen lines later, old and not so old fears ranging from health to varying degrees of comfortable living definitively planted themselves in black and white on my pages.  Now what?  Now what do I do?

Expose them.  Bring them to the light of God. Continue reading →