I have a headache. Not a bad one, just a bothersome one. Also, I'm feeling kind of down. Ok, the sun isn't shining here in Las Vegas. I know that's not it, though.
The topic for today is FAITH and seeing through the eyes of the Beloved.
Went to service today in particular (made sure I was there) because I was asked to read the story "The White Envelope." You can easily to a Google search and find it. It is a touching story of generosity and a lovely tradition one family has. As I read the story today (for about the 8th time), I connected to it on a level I hadn't before and started to tear up. By the time I was reading the part about the tradition being passed on (you need to read the story) I was crying and had trouble even reading the words. I finished the story and took my seat.
I turned to a friend and asked, "Why am I crying? It isn't even my story!" She replied, "Spirit touched your heart. It was beautiful."
Several people came up to me and thanked me for sharing MY story. On man even said "I'm sure Mike is looking down on you today." Mike is the man in the story. They thought I was telling my own experience!
On the one hand, COOL. I was effective in sharing the heart of the story. I touched people to a level of tears (friends shared that the kleenex boxes were being passed near her). That's the connection, the love, the sharing that I long for.
On the other hand (and this could just be me afraid to accept a success), did I deceive them? I didn't read the title or state that the author is unknown. I didn't give any lead-in at all. Did I accidentally represent this as my personal experience by just jumping into the story?
It was beautiful. The story is lovely and the tradition is one that can easily be duplicated in families for years. If I touched people's hearts, then good. Maybe those hearts needed to be touched today. Maybe today I was a vessel for spirit and I should just go with that. I saw through the eyes of the Beloved and sent my love and appreciation out to the group. My willingness to connect created the opening for love to flow.
I will leave it at that. Now, headache, be gone. No need for you here. Love is flowing.
Wishing you love and prosperity,
Pam
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