Fear
Fear slips in through the back door. It jiggles every lock and checks every door of my belief system.
Today it arrived in the form of the electricity, water and sewer bills. The electricity is twice as much as it used to be! Will I be able to afford it. What will I do! This is awful!
Stop! Wait! Running down the road of fear. I need a technique to rejoin me to the perfection and stop this runaway train.
Put it in God’s hands. I think of an old friend who would visualize looking up to the knees and lap of God, with a robe and sandaled feet (really big sandals and robe). She would then take the problem that was too big for her to handle and throw it up into God’s lap and say: “Here God I can’t handle this, please handle it for me” almost immediately I feel the energy shift and the burden of my fear is lifted, the weight is removed.
God’s work? Of course. Placebo, denial, self-fulfilling prophecy? For others not for me. The pragmatist in my says who really cares as long as it works.
For me God is real. If I ask authentically every prayer is answered. If I ask with manipulation God mercifully ignores my plea as if it never happened and doesn’t punish me for it. Rather I seem to become aware of the baseness of the request as if a mirror is given in answer to my small petty ego.