Stand

In the womb, I did what I could, and that was to live. It was not my choice . I came not from my parents, whomever they might be and in whatever circumstances and actions they may have taken to have me conceived. I came not from them, but through them. They performed the actions. A much higher power than they performed the miracle called life. And so it was in the beginning of the miracle of my life. I lived in the womb of a woman who also came through her parents; not from them. We were three; the Miraculous Power, my mother and me ..in her womb. When I was physically capable, I graduated from the womb. I was still dependent on my parents and the Higher Power to sustain my life. As I grew in age, size and ability, I was taught and trained to stand on my own. In the course of time as naturally happens, I did so and continued to follow the natural course of humanity which remembers parents that they came through but not the Power from which they and he has come. I stood on my own, made mistakes of every kind, melded with the world at large and fell. I hurt others as well as myself. The more I stood on my own and listened to this world, the more I hurt myself and others in the name of standing on my own. I donned a robe of false pride, cultivated from the soil of forgetting that I came not from but through my parents and never was really“on my own”. The robe was constantly being mended and tattered again by the worn out and frayed thread of the “new enlightenment” world motto. “I deserve it. I’m worth it.” The great perpendicular pronoun, “ I ”. ..,the Trinitarian power, “ Me, Myself and I .” Through the course of this seeming illusion called time that came .. for us, not from us; I learned and continue to learn how to “stand for something”…..how to “stand on my own”. I have learned one must stand in degrees. One must remember the Miraculous Power from whence he came. I have learned that I must make this stand …on my knees.