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“Letting Go of Control…Reconnects The Soul”

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I had a friend once who seemed to have it all. She was smart, well educated, successful, classy, charismatic, faithful church goer, involved, and giving in so many ways. However, when it came to her own pain and suffering she didn’t know how to let go of the control she used to make everything else in her life work so well.

I made her up a care bag full of things I thought might help her through this journey. It had a stress ball to squeeze when the pain got bad. Lavender Epson salts to soak and relax in the bathtub. Chocolate kisses to treat herself with a bit of decadence, and a Meditation CD to calm her thoughts enough to meet right in the middle with God. She loved the bag of goodies and was eager to try anything, but when I checked in with her a few days later she said that she didn’t know how to make any of it work for her. I knew right away what she was talking about. I’d been there myself many times. It’s because we get in the way, trying to take control of what we can’t do in the normal scheme of things on our own. As a matter of fact it doesn’t seem logical at all. I mean how can anything change if we don’t take control of the situation, right? Well how’s that working for you so far?

I tell myself It’s all about going deeper reaching within my soul to reconnect not only with the God who created me, but with everything else He created as well. Reeducating myself constantly to touch base with what I instinctively know, but sometimes forget along the way. Opening myself to trust in what I know in my heart, but can’t explain in words. I think how easy it is..when I get out of the way

“Sunday’s with Ollie”

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Attacking the TV, is what I do! Now you have to understand for a dog like me it looks like there’s another world going on inside my own world. I have a strong protective instinct, and sometimes I fear that the animals are going to jump through the window of their world into mine. Or maybe one of the bad guys are going to hurt my Connie. It makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. So when I hear the loud sounds of barking dogs, upset people, guns, bombs, storms, and fast cars. I stand at attention with determination like a warrior at the front of the threat. I charge forward, jumping into the air like super dog. I might be a small dog, but I have the spirit of a giant. No matter how much I try though, I can’t figure out how to get inside that other world. The window I see it through doesn’t have an opening. Eventually things settle down inside the land of TV. I walk away and forget about it until the next time. Being fearful over things that aren’t really happening in our own world only causes unnecessary stress and anxiety. I guess there are things that are beyond our understanding. When we spend so much time trying to face what isn’t even ours to face, it’s like trying to get inside a world you don’t belong in. While in the process of it we forget were we are and lose sight of the world we live in right now.

Ok enough of that serious us stuff. I think it’s time to put my super dog bacon cape on and run around the table a few times. Yes I’m feeling good, this super lucky do is on fire. As Buzz Lightyear would say “to infinity and beyond.” Hey…It’s ok to pretend.