Herein Lies The Peace of God

Photo credit: Edu Lauton Today I was thinking about how much time and energy I used to spend on making others wrong.  I used to read articles on the Internet looking for things to correct in the comments.    I used find things wrong with the grammar, spelling, pronunciation, and opinions of others.  I honestly thought that I was somehow being helpful by pointing out their inadequacies!  I didn't realize it at the time, but I thought that my salvation lay in being right about things.  It was very important to me to get things right - more important than anything else! I used to live in fear of making mistakes, getting things wrong, screwing up. When I did make a mistake - because after all I was only human - I would beat myself up inside, even if no one else thought the mistake was a big deal. I would recall how I screwed up and make myself feel crummy for not having done a better job. And because I was so hard on myself, I felt justified in being hard ...

Photo credit: Brooke Cagle As I spend more time focused on my mission as a Teacher of God and listening for guidance from the Holy Spirit, more and more opportunities for healing make themselves apparent to me. People who have never asked me for advice have been calling me and texting me and telling me their problems. This is so funny to me, because when the ego ruled my world, all I wanted to do was "fix" everyone else. I thought I was smarter than others and had unique insights that would benefit them, but no one ever asked to hear them. As I have let go of the ego and allowed the Holy Spirit to use me, I no longer see anyone else as "in need of fixing". Everyone is a projection of my own mind and my holy partner in the Sonship. All of my contacts and relationships are just healing opportunities.  This miracle concerns my relationship with my only sister. We are just 11 months apart and, according to my mom, we were best friends and always played tog...

Photo credit: Rae Karen Hauck This miracle isn't really the sixth one to happen to me in chronological order, but the first. However, I was thinking about it today and wanted to document it. It was the first time that I saw a glimmer of hope, and then had that feeling confirmed for me by the Holy Spirit.  I found A Course in Miracles in 1988 and tried to read it but it seemed like gobbledy-gook. By 1989 I was 28 years old, single and in a bad relationship that wasn't working out the way I had hoped. I was living alone in a condo in Greenbelt, Maryland and very lonesome, so I decided to fill some of my free time by volunteering as a tutor at the public library. Once evening I was coming home from a tutoring session with a boy who had Down's Syndrome named Jimmy. I parked in front of my place and got out of the car. The sun was setting and the sky was all pink and the temperature was perfect and it was a glorious evening. I looked up at the sky and drank it in a...