Forget not the central truth that God is seated / In your own heart. ~ Swami Ramdas
I’ve noticed a recent uptick in my sugar consumption. So far that’s all I’ve done: notice it. Sugar is an old adversary, but like an aging, wily boxer, it can still sucker punch me if I let down my guard. It’s easy to ignore what isn’t really a problem, at least in my estimation. But the possibility of bollixing up my place in the med bed queue because I refused to consider decreasing sugar intake (“why bother, the med beds will fix it!”) gives me pause.
Perhaps I could set the timer for five minutes and freewrite on this topic. The static of my mind can be so loud, and God’s voice so gentle and soft, it can be mighty hard to hear. Putting pen to paper and allowing the Universal Voice to come through bypasses the mental static.
I am willing to listen. I want to listen. All I need do is choose five minutes out of a 24-hour day to approach that doorway to God, put my ear to the keyhole, and listen, listen.
