I dabble in the layers of faith. I believe in it, but when it comes back to me I sort of shy away from it. My pragmatic mind believes in all the good in the world for someone else, but I struggle to apply it to myself. I don't think I am alone on this shifty raft. It's a wanting and doing oar, one in one hand, one in the other - and I'm trying to smack the wood together so the two miraculously become one.
But I don't think it's up to me to do the merging. Maybe I just need to set the oars back down, perhaps toss them in the water, and lay back for a float down the river of life. I'm pretty sure that they'll find their way back, merged as one, and maybe in the form of a motor so I don't have to bust ass to haul myself along the slowly trudging current. Or perhaps they come back as the current.
What I'm thinking is this, I don't need to have the answers of how to get the abundance, where it comes in from or what train brings it to me. I simply have to open my arms up, and welcome it home.
Happy Holidays to you and yours.