Fear vs. love. What does that even mean? I’m reminded of the “Push Me Pull You” of Dr. Doolittle. Internally I am stretched and yanked from one extreme to the other. Neither direction is permanent; the tussle is continuous. A sign from someplace else would be nice.
Do you feel that way? Looking up to the heavens this morning, I whisper “A little help?” The overwhelming conditions of my 3D life are screaming, daring me to love in spite of them. How will I respond? I don’t need a calendar or anyone else to tell me we’ve arrived at a choice moment. With every cell of my body; I know. Continue reading
Lucas 2012 Infos 