This week it seems I catch glimpses of of the power of my powerlessness. During centering prayer a constant of ever so gently returning to my word many times during my “sit” I catch glimpses of this time as God’s work. During my day I sense God, the Great Untangler of my net, with my role as accepting , responding with mercy, with forgiveness; accepting the harm I have done intentionally and unintentionally; accepting the consequences of my actions that have created barriers; humbly allowing the Untangler to do the work only the Untangler can do.
that my self centeredness
