What if you realized that none of your needs could be met from this point onward?
Every satisfaction, cut short. Even desires, half met. Every potential, untapped. Every dream, undone.
Seriously, what would be your thoughts, and what would be your course of action?
If it were me, I would do one of two things: deny or resign. I try to picture myself doing everything possible to scrape by even a semblance of a living. Perhaps short of begging, because of my pride, I would put nothing beneath me in order to provide for myself. I would tax all of my abilities to squeeze out an existence from my sweat and tears. My life would be quite the desparate situation; I mean, talk about catastrophic loss. At the very least, I might try to discover the source of my sudden and gravest misfortune.
Alternatively, I would sit down. Literally, nothing could rouse me from the spot on which I sat. Considering the misery with which I was now faced, what would be the point...of anything?
What would you do? say? think? feel?...believe?
Now, consider the opposite: you realized that all of your needs would be met from this point onward.
Do you feel confidence and peace surging within you at that very knowledge? What actions do you take now, what feelings do you experience?
From which root do you draw your sufficiency? What of your help, be it reservoir or stream? May you always exhaust before your sufficiency, for then you are on the way to blessed assurance. Your need is infinte and constant. Life may be described as one great need. Therefore, may your sufficiency be the very quintessence of limitless-ness, for then you have found the One and True Source.
Ask, and it will be given; Search, and you will find; Knock, and the door will be opened to you.
Every satisfaction, cut short. Even desires, half met. Every potential, untapped. Every dream, undone.
Seriously, what would be your thoughts, and what would be your course of action?
If it were me, I would do one of two things: deny or resign. I try to picture myself doing everything possible to scrape by even a semblance of a living. Perhaps short of begging, because of my pride, I would put nothing beneath me in order to provide for myself. I would tax all of my abilities to squeeze out an existence from my sweat and tears. My life would be quite the desparate situation; I mean, talk about catastrophic loss. At the very least, I might try to discover the source of my sudden and gravest misfortune.
Alternatively, I would sit down. Literally, nothing could rouse me from the spot on which I sat. Considering the misery with which I was now faced, what would be the point...of anything?
What would you do? say? think? feel?...believe?
Now, consider the opposite: you realized that all of your needs would be met from this point onward.
Do you feel confidence and peace surging within you at that very knowledge? What actions do you take now, what feelings do you experience?
From which root do you draw your sufficiency? What of your help, be it reservoir or stream? May you always exhaust before your sufficiency, for then you are on the way to blessed assurance. Your need is infinte and constant. Life may be described as one great need. Therefore, may your sufficiency be the very quintessence of limitless-ness, for then you have found the One and True Source.
Ask, and it will be given; Search, and you will find; Knock, and the door will be opened to you.
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