THE ROLE OUR TEARS PLAY WITH DISCERNING OUR DIVINE DIRECTION

THE ROLE OUR TEARS PLAY 

WITH DISCERNING OUR DIVINE DIRECTION

Tears shedding, dripping... I feel my throat clenching, fighting with tiny spams as my chest whimpering, anticipating the drawing of a fresh new breathe.

Holding, resisting... my nose begins quietly flaring then fully outstretching in meek disobedience to release the childish  arrogance of self will and salute the One And Only True God.

With my head bowing down contemplatively.

Gratitude, forgiveness and clarity are humbly bestowed. Blink, blink. Blink blink.

Now, my eyes can clearly see the words I know will appear along the top third of the not so random youtube video showing a glimpse shot captured many, many moons ago of a rustic old world village which is a just outside of a forgetful metropolis, made up of thousands of interesting yet quantifiable people like me. 

The title fades in with dramatic force, in all bold white non sarif letters:  ‘The Conditioned’.

My struggle fades as I begin to embrace this new breathe and invite it into my somewhat relaxed throat. Becoming fully aware as it autonomously glides into my blessed lungs. I feel the rhythmically force of expansion and contraction persistantly continue the dynamic distribution of life energy to the rest of my able body.  Simultaneously feeling my ever so magnanimous and heroic heart bringing me a gentle, yet stern reminder of what I already know so well:

  

I’m always exactly where I’m supposed to be.

My tears once again reminding me, ever so kindly of my humble soul which gently flows in this present awareness:  

God is everywhere. 

My grateful tears flow as a simple and loving reminder; I can only do my part:

God is running the show.

My tears are the way God directs me to remember my part, to encourage me to follow my dream and to remind me He’s placed others to help me along the way and they too will be exactly where they're supposed to be.

God, thank you once again for helping me bring these tears to my eyes, so I may realize the role our tears play with discerning our divine direction.

Looking forward to the next tears.

Keep up you’re perfect timing.

Wipe, wipe…

Pray, pray...