Faith & Roses

Daydreaming: I am in a jail cell. 6’x8′. A momentary flash of self-pity. Wow, poor You. At that moment, the cell door opens… wide. I’m hesitating… why??? Faint whisper: you have a choice… you can go.

Light bulb moment: Wow, this is what it looks like when I refuse to forgive. It’s what fear and self-will look like. It’s like watching an old movie and seeing all the times that I refused to accept my powerlessness over others or circumstances. Jeez, I can almost feel the compulsion; obsession; closed-mindedness; self-sufficiency. For way too long I believed that these “things” were a forever-part of who I was. The possibility that I didn’t have to “go there” never even crossed my mind. (I was mistaken.)

I still get “caught up.” No doubt. But I keep that daydream handy and I return to the scene … I watch myself walk into an open jail cell… sit on a cold, hard floor; my back against the bars. And I connect with my Spirit… My Higher Power… and the question comes: why would I choose to do that?! Ah… I chose it? Right… I chose it!

And then I choose again.