Let me tell how it works in my world. I headed home last night to veg out again with the Prison Break boys which I did until 10:00. While another episode remained on the DVD, I knew it was time to turn it off. I decided to call my dear friend, Sarah, before settling into my meditative moments. Much to my surprise & delight, she was up & available one hour earlier, in her busy Wisconsin world.
We swapped stories for about an hour before I remembered to ask about her friend, M., who’d had a party over the weekend. M., at age 35, has recently reconnected with her Birth Parents (BPs) & it’s been a wonderful addition to her life. The BPs gave M. up for adoption at 18, unready for the awesome responsibility, but later went on to marry & build a family. On Saturday, Sarah had the chance to ask the Birth Mother (BM) about the reunion from her perceptive, seeing how happy they all seem to be. Here’s roughly how the story goes.
About two years ago, the BPs got a letter from the state listing only the name & number of a contact at their office. It also included a short statement requesting they call about “a very private matter of utmost importance.” They knew it was the letter they’d been waiting for all along. While the office remained closed until morning, M’s BPs googled the worker in hopes of more intel, then sat up all night. The BM told Sarah, “I wondered what M. needed - heart, kidney, lung - & thought, I’ve got it to give, I’ve got it to give.” She went on to say she wasn’t sure what took M. so long to seek them out. But in the end, all that matters is that she did. They are in each other lives now & no organs have needed exchanging.
With that warm tale, Sarah & I got off the phone. I meditated then hit the hay, relaxed & ready to sleep. At 4:30 a.m., though, I woke up, unable to resist the call of my motivated mind. I got ready fast for the early a.m. train to the office. Running out the door, I grabbed Lessons in Truth by H. Emilie Cady which I am re-reading in intervals whenever it speaks to me from the shelf. Metaphorically, I mean. (When spreading this stuff, I’ve learned one must be careful to clarify.)
Missing a train by a few short seconds, a neighbor & I exchanged hellos, smiled, then she said, “There’ll be another one.” To which I replied, “Yep, that just wasn’t our train.” We headed down to the empty benches. At 6:23, neither one of us had any reason to rush.
I started reading the chapter in Lessons In Truth entitled, “Thinking,” once on the train. It differentiates between the spirit, soul & body, while encouraging the reader to listen to that “still small voice inside.” Cady talks of surrender to love, in a move away from the intellect. We can, once in a space of openness, access the Spirit of self inside. The bounty of blessings waiting all along for us to become ready is then free to flow, no longer being rebuffed by the mortal mind. The chapter ended by saying that the limited human brain cannot even conceive of all the amazing good that God, Source, Universe (whatever word works for you), has to offer us. Cady ends with these words,
“While the child is calling out for its Father-Mother God, the Father-Mother is yearning with infinite tenderness to satisfy the child.
In the heart of a man, a cry, In the heart of God, supply.”
From the open heart within me, I leave you with the words of my friend, Thomas Jackson, “I am ready to believe. I am ready to receive.” Are you?
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