One look at Latimor’s image a joy so profound was unleashed in me. I hadn’t prayed with this week”s WoW, so the surprise was great but the reality of this profound joy so deep. Initial reading morphed into I am finally so at home with the mustard seed image of the Kingdom; at last!; at last!
“Grace is like a mustard seed in us the smallest of seeds. It is growing. But it is not going turn us into the Cedar of Lebanon.” At age 18 I set out to be somebody, and I embraced this competitively! Growing up those of my ethnic origins were nobodies. My egoic self got really tired out, till this morning I embrace the blessing of being “nobody”! It has been slowly happening, but today, I consciously consent to embracing “this true self that I am. To accept spontaneously the joy of this past Sunday, I’ve had to be willing to plumb the depths of despair. And so my week continues: thankful/grateful/blessed.
