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Resting in the Hearing, Peace in the Being, Hope for the Doer.


In teaching Circle of Security-Parent Class, I am learning more about myself then I would like.  Rather, I'm facing myself more directly then I like. 

I'm standing naked in front of a mirror and want to forget what I see.

I have met the enemy, and it is... me. 










James 1:23-25 states, "For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks at his natural face in a mirror; for once he has looked at himself and gone away, he has immediately forgotten what kind of person he was. 


But one who looks intently at the perfect law, the law of liberty, and abides by it, not having become a forgetful hearer but an effectual doer, this man will be blessed in what he does.…"


I find it easy to rest in the hearing, without moving to the being.  

I hear, take a quick peak with one eye covered and then "go do something."  

Being and Being with is a very anxious proposal to me.  Being with someone, including myself, instead of jumping into fixing, doing and controlling is the scariest thing to do.

It is so important for every relationship in our lives.

Learning the peace of being is a gift to my future and to my relationships.

Bring on the mirror...I'm ready to take a long reflective and honest look.  One I will not forget any time soon.

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