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Hold the Reins of Life Ever So Lightly

Yes, I understand. You want to bow to My Will. You want your life to always be My Will, and, yet, it is like you find yourself hovering over Me. You come to see that you even have to let go of Me. This letting go, if only it were so simple to let life happen as it happens and you truly be neutral about it, for you are not neutral, and you do not want to pretend that you are.

A Beautiful Story

The Story of the Farmer and the Hat

The ways God can appear are limitless. Through other people is one of them. Here’s a true story:

A farmer at our local Farmer’s Market had a blanket laid out on the ground, filled with wonderful vegetables, some in baskets, some just in piles.

I held up a giant zucchini, and I asked him how much.

The man smiled and said, "It's by the hat. It's the hat method." I didn’t know what he was talking about.

He pointed to a big old farmer's type hat, filled with dollar bills, that sat on the edge of the blanket. “You just put in what feels right to you,” he said.

"Give me an idea," I said.