Mind-Work

As I sit here, realizing anew how temporary life is, and tears flowing at every instance of emotion reflected from the TV, or even events out my window...Thoughts of past events, things said, things unsaid... I blame it on the drugs I must take every day now, but to others who share this gift of humility..I tell them that 'tears are a gift of the Holy Spirit.'
And, I know this is true.

Life is for the living, how true. When we are young, we are so full of life that it spills out in every direction. Not every direction is healthy, some perhaps are downright unhealthy, but there is this 'pride of life' I think it's called in scripture, this naivety that tells us 'how can this be, since I am so full of life even as I do it?' Perhaps even, this is a necessary path for some.

This Gift of God is given to all living things. To see a colt or calf kicking their feet in the air at nothing but the joy of doing it, and racing across the pasture for the pure joy of it...unfortunately most of us in the human species are as unaware as they are why they feel it or Who it is that bestows such things.

I write...what I write has only the worth of what it stimulates in those who read it. I claim no inner sight, no knowledge of hidden things, no wisdom. If perchance my ramblings open a conduit between the Giver of all things, and the receiver, it is mostly by accident on my part, because I write for what I get by writing. I will almost embarrassingly admit that the Holy Spirit has found use in some of my writings, and of course the first thing that pops into my mind after saying that, is that He also Spoke through an ass to admonish a man.

One of those things you finally realize, is that you have nothing to give or give back, it's not even your job. Your job is to receive from the Giver of all things. No matter when in your life you finally understand this, then each moment, every hour becomes a gift of such magnitude that tears of joy BURST from your eyes at the realization...and at the re-realization.

When once and for all, you see the difference between 'working for God' and

'doing God's work', then pride falls never to rise again.