I am worth the effort it requires to move my mind into Love. I am worth the time of waiting, in patience, for Knowing to arrive. Every moment, every second that I open to simply being willing for Love to enter is a moment offered to Eternity; a moment offered to healing, a moment offered to Unity.
Love simply settles slowly, quietly, gently, beyond sense-perception. So I must wait in patience and take the effort to move my mind to join the quiet stillness of Love. Here I rest. Here is Peace. Here is all I want and need.
I forget about patience. I forget about stillness. I feel somehow this is connected with the first day, “I have forgotten myself…”… but I could not tell you how they are connected at the moment.
I do think I am worth the time of waiting. I just don’t always have the patience for it. That’s the point, though, right. To eternity, time matters not. Eternity has forever to wait for me to remember myself.
I am willing for Love to enter, and to offer that moment to healing and Unity.
What is this impatience today? I feel impatient. Or, perhaps, I am recognizing this within me. Rooting. Digging up.
And, yes. It feels like an effort to move my mind to join the quiet stillness…
But how or why do I feel like moving toward Love is an effort? Love should be simple and easy. Natural. Effortless.
It’s like I can feel the place I am going (Love, stillness, Peace), but I don’t have the patience to stay there.
I am paying attention to this now, a bit more, as an obstacle to my Peace that I need to release.
If you are curious here’s my writing from The very first Journey of Worth, seven, years ago Day 08.