my daily reflections…

as the years of practice livin this thing we do have unfolded, i have cultivated a disciplined practice of prayer and meditation that has become the cornerstone of an unwaverin faith in my HP. in retrospect, the prayers in the days of doin my dirt were driven by the distortions of self-will; requests born of fear, desire, and a hunger for control. i had mistaken pleadin for communion, mistakin outcomes for grace. my prayers lacked surrender; they were mechanical utterances of want rather than genuine expressions of faith or gratitude. meditation was foreign to me then, for i had neither the patience nor the humility to wait for divine direction. when chance delivered the illusion of answered prayer, i took it as proof of my own power, not as evidence of providence. today, the quality of my faith has transformed into somethin deeper and far more authentic. prayer has become an exercise in surrender, a conscious yieldin to the will of my HP, while meditation serves as the still point where i listen rather than speak. through this daily discipline, i have come to understand that faith is not a feelin but a condition of the spirit; a willingness to trust without evidence, to accept without demand. as i continue to live within that trust, fear recedes into the background, replaced by a quiet assurance that whatever unfolds does so accordin to divine order. as Spiritual Awareness grows and evolves, anger dissolves, resentment loses its grip, and love assumes its rightful place at the center of my bein. 1 day @ a time…