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I Can Do That

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I want to trust you, God.
You can.
But how do I trust you? I’m scared.
I can’t see you, and I’m so down
I don’t even know if you’re real.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Repeat after me:
All is well.
Seriously? Is that all?
Can you trust that you will have air to breathe?
Yes.
Can you trust that you will have water to drink?
Yes.
Can you trust that you will have food to eat?
Yes.
Can you trust that you will have a roof over your head?
Yes.
Then you are doing just fine.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Repeat after me:
All is well.
Yes. I can do that.
Thank you.

No Reason For Fear

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I work on the level of my mind
because this is where my experience
begins and ends.
I leave the old behind
and embrace a new promise
of hope, fulfillment, and change.
I can see now that the power rests
within me, always and forever.
There is no reason for fear,
because I cannot fail—
only learn, grow, and become
better than I’ve ever been before.

I Think I Can

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Resisting the broken places
won’t heal them;
they’ll only get louder and more broken.
But how to love what hurts?
How to accept that these feelings are here
to be embraced as they’ve never been before?*
You must trust.
But how do I trust
when all evidence points to
nothing trustworthy in the universe?
You must have faith.
But how do I have faith
when it feels like
I’ve been brought to the pit of hell
and abandoned there?
You must love.
But how do I love
when all I feel is anger, sadness, and loneliness?
You must breathe.
Okay.
I think I can do that.

 

 

*An idea from Matt Kahn’s book, Whatever Arises, LOVE That

Easy As Breathing

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I want to trust.
I want to have faith.
How do I do it?
I keep trying so hard,
but I end up scared,
feeling alone,
confused,
frustrated,
blocked.
This moment is a new start.
Can you breathe?
Yes.
Ok, so breathe.
Now trust
that as you exhale,
there will be more air
on the other side
of your emptiness.
That’s faith.
Faith is as easy as breathing.

Nothing But Trust

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I was up late last night praying.
I keep thinking about sleeping
but the Divine Mother’s beauty
enticed me
to think about staying.
I kept asking for a sign,
as I was led into spirals
of thoughts and words
showing me where to look,
on which page and in which book,
to see and feel and know
what to resolve,
what to consider,
what to ponder,
what to surrender,
and how to just to BE in this life
as it is right now.
I woke up at my regular time,
sat in morning meditation.
I could feel her magic
working through me still.
Now I find myself
awake in the dark again,
wondering
what she will do with me tonight.
There is nothing left for me to do
but trust.