I have this longing, this yearning, for a deep, passionate, connection. Yes, with God, always. But something in me knows this will be realized in human form.
Yet, I dare say I must first give what I want because in so doing, I will know I already have.
All the ways in which I want love are showing up in ways that I am judging. No, not this one. Nope, not this one either. No thanks.
But here it is. I keep asking and receiving yet won’t accept.
This is where I know I cannot withhold from anyone that which I want. Yet, to some I do not want to give – to fore-give. And this is where death to self will happen.
“If someone slaps you on the right cheek, offer the other cheek also.”