The human voice can never reach
the distance that is covered
by the still small voice
of conscience.
Mohandas Gandhi
Looking back over my life, I am amazed at how many years I have spent searching and yearning for the knowledge that would turn me into perfection. There is no such thing as perfection unless you are using it as part of a descriptive phrase or goal. And yet I believe that God/Spirit/Universe/Divine created each one of us in a perfect individualistic way.
My childhood faith taught me that I was imperfect in the eyes of God and born a sinner. As a young adult, religion explained that I was some how broken in need of holy repair. Atonement was heavily suggested during adulthood, but only with the assistance of an emissary.
In the last few decades, I have grown to understand that Divine embraces me just as I am. Not that I don't have work to do or not that there isn't room for improvement, but there is no need for unsolicited critical judgment to break my spirit. Through communication with all that I hold to be Holy, the small voice of conscience guides my way.
Focusing on the things that are in alignment with Spirit keeps me feeling good about myself. Daily affirmations reinforce my positive qualities and inspirational readings support my beliefs. By being active and aware of my surroundings, I grow more appreciative of the goodness of others. At day's end, my heart is filled with gratitude and thanksgiving.
Life supports us when we maintain a healthy support system. Life gives back to us as we reach out to others. Life expands when we do not see limitations. Life encourages us to be a partner. We are called to participate in our own life and not wait for someone else to define it.
It took years before I could finally believe in the goodness that I discovered within me. I like who I have become. Yes, I let fear emerge when someone else challenges my worth, but ultimately
Divine Presence nudges me back into place. To let go of old patterns and behaviors, the small voice of conscience can more easily be heard.
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