(Photo from the Hubble, The Globular Star Cluster 47 Tucanae)
There is a still inner voice that knows me better than I know myself.
Not the me I see in the mirror, but my spirit that is eternal.
It knows what I need to do to heal but so often that voice is drowned out by the din of the world. Distracted by my five senses, I forget the real part of me that is greater than all of this. The part that is One with all Life, the part that is made in the image of God, the part that is forever.
Often I struggle to figure out a problem on my own. Then something happens to remind me to ask for help. If I stop and ask the Holy Spirit to let me see things differently or let me have a word of knowledge or understanding, I will get it. Although not in the way my ego expects.
Last night I was concerned about a problem. Before bed, I remembered to ask the Holy Spirit for help. I had moved away from an awareness of His Presence for awhile and missed our interaction. I awoke in the middle of the night and lay in bed saying prayers for Haiti and loved ones, remembering God and His angels.
After a while I was nudged, Get up and look at the stars.
Less than enthusiastic about leaving my warm bed, I ignored the nudge and snuggled down under the covers.
As I tried to go back to sleep, the nudge came again.
Get up and look at the stars.
My ego made more excuses. Were the stars out? Maybe it's cloudy.
Tired, I stayed put.
But again, the nudge.
"Get up and look at the stars."
This must be important, I thought. Reluctantly, I put on my heavy robe and padded barefoot down the hall to the living room. From out the double wide picture windows, I caught a glimpse of the vast sky. Bright stars twinkled in abundance above the tree tops. It was so beautifully expansive, I wanted to be a part of it, so I stepped out on the cold wooden deck.
In the starry stillness of the light, I was suddenly awestruck as things came into their proper perspective. God is so much BIGGER than any of my problems. I need to listen and follow His guidance in order to find the peace and splendor of the unfolding way.
With a grateful heart, I returned to bed feeling peaceful. Angels are like stars. Often we don't see them until it gets dark.
Not the me I see in the mirror, but my spirit that is eternal.
It knows what I need to do to heal but so often that voice is drowned out by the din of the world. Distracted by my five senses, I forget the real part of me that is greater than all of this. The part that is One with all Life, the part that is made in the image of God, the part that is forever.
Often I struggle to figure out a problem on my own. Then something happens to remind me to ask for help. If I stop and ask the Holy Spirit to let me see things differently or let me have a word of knowledge or understanding, I will get it. Although not in the way my ego expects.
Last night I was concerned about a problem. Before bed, I remembered to ask the Holy Spirit for help. I had moved away from an awareness of His Presence for awhile and missed our interaction. I awoke in the middle of the night and lay in bed saying prayers for Haiti and loved ones, remembering God and His angels.
After a while I was nudged, Get up and look at the stars.
Less than enthusiastic about leaving my warm bed, I ignored the nudge and snuggled down under the covers.
As I tried to go back to sleep, the nudge came again.
Get up and look at the stars.
My ego made more excuses. Were the stars out? Maybe it's cloudy.
Tired, I stayed put.
But again, the nudge.
"Get up and look at the stars."
This must be important, I thought. Reluctantly, I put on my heavy robe and padded barefoot down the hall to the living room. From out the double wide picture windows, I caught a glimpse of the vast sky. Bright stars twinkled in abundance above the tree tops. It was so beautifully expansive, I wanted to be a part of it, so I stepped out on the cold wooden deck.
In the starry stillness of the light, I was suddenly awestruck as things came into their proper perspective. God is so much BIGGER than any of my problems. I need to listen and follow His guidance in order to find the peace and splendor of the unfolding way.
With a grateful heart, I returned to bed feeling peaceful. Angels are like stars. Often we don't see them until it gets dark.
While searching for a photo for the angel blog this morning, I found an article in my old files, Divine Order in the Universe by James Mullaney (former director of the Buhl Planetarium and the DuPont Planetarium.) In 1994, he introduced the term the photon connection.
"It's the amazing realization that when you see a star or other heavenly body, you are in direct physical contact with it via the photons of light it is emitting. Pieces of something that were once inside that star are entering your eye and ending their long journey across the vastness of space and time on your retina! Little wonder sky watchers throughout the ages have had illuminational, spiritual, and even out-of-body experiences as they partake of the "rapture of the deeps."
I am so thankful I followed the nudge. Next time, I will hopefully be more willing to obey.
Angelic blessings,
Rae Karen
