on a day like today, my birthday, i become acutely aware of how subtly my instinct for self-absorption still asserts itself, as though the mere fact of survivin another year entitles me to retreat into the small orbit of my own preferences. yet the deeper truth, affirmed through hard-won Spiritual Awareness, is that each day is granted to me by my HP as an undeserved gift rather than a stage for my vanity. in the quiet rigor of my mornin meditation and prayer, i must return to that interior point of surrender where i acknowledge, without reservation, that Thy will, not mine, remains the decisive principle governin any authentic progress in my spiritual condition. when i yield to that reality instead of the old reflex of self-will, i find myself able to move through the day with a steadiness that transcends circumstance; grounded, receptive, and genuinely capable of livin in the freedom i once believed unattainable. 1 day @ a time…
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corn fed not inbred michigan white trash...
