I get discourage every time I realize that I have forgotten God. I go along seeing, hearing, tasting, touching, smelling and reacting and responding to everything through my Bobbi lens, and then, every so often, I become aware of God floating around in my presence. What bothers me is that I feel guilty about this pattern because the forgetting God segment is so huge.
Why the guilt? Because somewhere I have settled onto the idea that I should be perfect, which would mean that I would think about God all the time. Today on my walk I realized the absurdity of it all, and for that I am very grateful. On the other hand, I continue to believe that by following the Way of the Pilgrim and praying without ceasing the Jesus Prayer, I will remember God and carry on with my life at the same time. It will be a different kind of completeness, not made up of parts. It will be a mystery, not described in words, but felt in my heart.
Why the guilt? Because somewhere I have settled onto the idea that I should be perfect, which would mean that I would think about God all the time. Today on my walk I realized the absurdity of it all, and for that I am very grateful. On the other hand, I continue to believe that by following the Way of the Pilgrim and praying without ceasing the Jesus Prayer, I will remember God and carry on with my life at the same time. It will be a different kind of completeness, not made up of parts. It will be a mystery, not described in words, but felt in my heart.
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