“We have as much of [God’s Creative Power of Mind]… as we believe in and embody. The storehouse of nature is filled with infinite good, awaiting the touch of our awakened thought to spring forth into manifestation…”
~ Ernest Holmes, The Science of Mind
In a recent meditation something was physically added to my body – a solid substance without consciousness or volition. It sat in front of me in form, neutral – not asking, not communicating, just there. Once I became aware of it, I noticed what was blocking it: tensions in my body, evidence of the physical resistance I had been carrying. Sitting with it, I became willing to let go of the resistance to take in what was in front of me. It moved into me to the degree I could accept it and went away when there was no more room.
It was not a struggle, it was not an effort. It was the more of me I had been praying to reveal. I accepted it and was grateful for it. When I came out of meditation there was not even a closing prayer to be spoken. Spirit is so amazing. So ready to appear in a form that I am ready to receive.
It is here in this sweet, fresh moment that I am ready to be taken to the next level. I now serve from a deeper place of the open heart. I have an understanding in this moment that I did not have even an hour ago. This is the miracle: that the expansion never stops, that the Life that I am never ceases to yearn for expression, that It is literally awaiting my invitation to fill me completely. Every bit of spare space is needed, every drawer must be emptied; nothing can be withheld.
I am not waiting on the Lord, the Lord is awaiting my awakening. It is not that I must strain to hear, it is that I must stop talking and sit still, even for the smallest moment, to listen to what is eternally being spoken.
The moment of awakening is now. With bliss I surrender to this awareness. I release, step aside and say YES. I accept the more of me that is God.
* Published in the January 2014 edition of the Agape International Spiritual Center‘s monthly magazine, Inner Visions. All rights reserved.
Christine R. Peña 