when i am deep in prayer and meditation, i get to feel the oneness i have with my HP. it is an opportunity for me to ask Him to help me be the best i can be for my fellows, myself, and Him. i then get the fortuity to sit quietly and listen for His intuitive voice within to provide me with the answers and direction i need to move forward. sometimes this time can last a few minutes, sometimes it happens in a split second. when i go out into the world, practicin empathy and compassion, i get to grow in understandin of my HPs will for me, becomin effective and useful for those around me, myself, and my HP. it has been a practice since my recovery began. and this doesnt have to only happen with the people i know or hang around with, it can happen with all whom i meet throughout my day. passin on my HPs forgiveness, hope, and love, is a blessin. when i give it, and smiles, away, i get to receive it, and smiles. it has been my experience that the world of the spirit is essentially about love: love of others, love of self, love of my HP. as i continue each day with the hope of inner happiness, i get to find it when i overcome my own struggles and misguided attempts to relieve pain to find good feelins. all of my mistakes and missteps are just variations of a basic human theme, my humanness. and when i use faith to guide me i find it easy to find inner happiness, when everythin else outside around me is constantly changin. i dont have to look for faith or happiness in others, material items, or money, for i hold the keys to my own faith and happiness. as long as i concentrate on doin what ive learned through prayer and meditation, i get to pass on that inner happiness and faith with spiritual demonstrations of my HPs will. though i may want to find fault in others, i aint gotta be concerned about that. my only goal is to help them when i can. all i have to do it for is today. ive heard it said that the world of the spirit is broad and roomy, when i live what i perceive my HP has guided me toward, i get to accomplish His will, relievin me of my spiritual malady. 1 day @ a time...
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