In a moment I touch a spontaneous switch towards depression. Nothing has changed around me but I find my sense of who I am is under assault. Instinctively I move towards protecting myself. Then I have the distinct impression of God speaking to me:
You have for decades poured your energy into protecting your self-identity. Don't you know that you're feeding the grave--and the grave's appetite can never be satisfied.
I stop, stunned. And then I find present a power that lets me stop trying to protect my fragile self.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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