Fiddle Dee Dee, Miss Scarlet

Fiddle Dee Dee, Miss Scarlet

“In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind.”
~Job 12:10

I curled up on my couch—candles flickering in the growing dark—as the sun waved farewell and sank into tomorrow-land. I pulled up the comforter from the foot of the couch and wrapped myself in its gentle warmth. It had been a tumultuous day.

“Don’t worry, everything is going to be alright,” God said.

“You’re sure about that?” I asked.

“I am the Alpha and the Omega. Of course, I’m sure.”

“It’s hard to believe that when everything seems to be falling apart,” I told Him.

“You can’t see the big picture, but I can. Trust me, everything works out in the end,” God assured me. “Get some rest; tomorrow is another day.”

I giggled. “You sound like Scarlett O’Hara.” I could hear God smile. “Why do I lose faith when things don’t go as I want them to go?”

“Your ego,” God answered. “You get scared and want to take control.”

“What can I do to trust you better?”

“Breathe. Just breathe.”

“No, seriously God. What can I do?” I asked.

“I was serious. Just breathe. There’s nothing you need to do other than to go on living and let me do what I need to do.”

“You promise you got this?”

“Cross my heart,” God said.

The candles burned brighter as the room grew darker. I watched the flames dance to the beat of a drum I couldn’t hear. Much like I can’t hear God’s drumbeat. It’s not meant for my ears. All I can do is trust that He’s beating the drum perfectly. I can breathe when I can no longer see His hand, and I get scared. And I can remind myself that tomorrow is another day.

 

 

 

 

 

In Your Eyes

“In your eyes, the light the heat, I am complete.”
~ Peter Gabriel

All afternoon I walked the streets of Nevada City, exploring the shops lining the heart of the little town. So much history is etched on the dusty bricks under my feet. Thousands had rushed here to find their fortune in gold over a hundred years ago. If you stand quietly enough, you can feel the spirit of their hopes and dreams still alive. It’s a palpable sense of possibility.

I walk on, passing tourists and locals alike, each one with their own dreams of fortune for the future. I’m struck by the thread that runs through all of our lives—the longing for love, happiness, good health and financial security. I look at the faces of everyone I meet and I see my own story in the eyes looking back at me. I see, too, the Creator. I smile at everyone, smiling at God inside of them.

How we treat one another is how we treat God. That fact is not lost on me. My smile widens as I walk among people just like me, each of us with the spark of God igniting our furnace of life.

The God in me sees the God in you. Namaste.

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