Stop wearing other people’s problems!
These words had come from the mouth of a woman seated at the table next to mine. She was in the face of a younger woman, looked like her daughter, making her point. It was a good point but it missed its intended mark; oh everyone in the restaurant heard her biting words, except the daughter – she was walking out.
So many different types of relationships; Mother/Daughter, Father/Son, Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Friend/Friend, Teacher/Student, etcetera/etcetera. Is it really our job to tell people to stop doing anything? Of course this doesn’t apply to a mother telling her child ‘do not touch’ a hot stove or that funny looking porcupine, no, I mean adults telling other adults to stop doing what they are doing. Her words started me thinking. Funny, this just occurred to me. Maybe her words were meant for me.
When you get to the nosebleed section of Awareness you have a silent knowing, a quiet recognition – I am traveling solo. Oh, maybe it doesn’t look that way to the man on the street but from where I am standing, it is true. Passersby may stop for a moment or hang for longer periods of time; unknowingly, they reflect my lessons back to me, and without saying a word or even acknowledging what I know, I see the lesson immediately, forgive, and continue on with my travels.
When you have learned how to decide with God, all decisions become as easy and as right as breathing. There is no effort, and you will be led as gently as if you were being carried down a quiet path in summer. A Course in Miracles
It wasn’t that long ago when I was the newbie on the block; letting go of a familiar hand and grabbing a stranger’s. You all know my Teacher, Savannah. I have written pages in my journal and posts on my blog about our Teacher/Student relationship and how she passed the lessons she learned from A Course in Miracles to me. Now it is my turn to pass them on. This is how it is supposed to work. But! The right time to be the Teacher will come to you, and it will feel like a miracle; Savannah & Joey on the streets of Paris. I know, because it just happened to me and I am still shaking my head in disbelief. One day I will share our story. So don’t rush it. The Holy Spirit will deliver your miracle; letting you know – Teacher, it is time. Trust me on this.
The Mother/Daughter interaction at the restaurant taught me a big lesson. When the Teacher/Student are ready, there will be no need to yell the words across the table. Nuestros corazones estarán abiertos y el milagro simplemente será! (Hearts will be open and then the miracle will be!)
Te quiero. Joey