There’s little in the world that lifts my spirit more than a breath-taking view or Pachelbel’s Canon in D Major, except perhaps for those special moments with God (the universe), those moments when I feel its love and trust and its caring, protective arms around me. With Pachelbel still reverberating inspiringly in my ears as I write and present to God’s love, I find tears welling up and I am reminded of the decades when I was in denial of its existence and lost to its gifts.
I used to dismiss the divinity as a creation of the mind by unhappy souls looking for comfort, particularly as life drew to a close! I have heard it said so often, yet now I see the folly in it, because God is just there, whether one believes in it or not, no need for it to prove itself to anyone. It just is.
There’s no point in regretting the past when God was a stranger to me: it was what it was and all points lead to now. I am just so grateful for having had my blinds removed for me so that I may see the Truth ... with new eyes that see fresh, vivid colours in everything: the music reaching deeper into my heart, the scenic beauty leaving me that much more bowled over, the daily existence bringing me more and more joy and satisfaction.
So this is God’s pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!
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