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My favorite quote from Marianne Williamson (Return to Love) is: "Here we are, holy children of God, feeling inadequate." Except, when she says it, her accent reminds me of my hometown (NYC) because it comes out "Here we are, holy children of Gawd..."
One of the great things about getting older, I find, is that feelings of inadequacy only grip me every hour or two. (This is versus the way they would hit every ten minutes when I was younger.) What I value most is peace of mind. That is why I meditate and pray every morning, however, there are still plenty of moments when I forget that I am-- and everyone is-- a holy child of Gawd.
Here are a few of the prime opportunities I've had lately to claw my way back to centeredness:
"So you were assigned the WWII project three weeks ago, you didn't mention it to me or your dad, and then you told your teacher you were going to build a model of the first atomic bomb? REALLY??"
"You weren't paying attention, so you ran a red light and totaled my truck with me in it, and now I learn you don't have insurance? REALLY???"
"A fourth snow day? REALLY????"
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