Another thing I keep noticing:
The relief when I invite God into what a thought (sometimes) says is only mine.
Into any sense of….. me and I, personal will, control, needs, desires, hopes and fears, memories, wounds, joy.
When I give this over to the divine, and invite the divine into it, there is a deep sense of relief, of coming home.
And it doesn’t mean I won’t do what seems kind and wise in my life. It’s just that the context around the sense of me and I and personal will etc. is different.
It’s held more lightly. It’s recognized as the divine. The divine – presence, love, awakeness – recognizes itself as that too.