This morning…Bertha…and I were contemplating a situation from the weekend which had me confused…actually…I was contemplating and she was jabbering…but don’t tell her I said that…
My concern…was…why did it take me…two days…to really get to my truth…and know what to do…
At which point she laughed…reminding me that not so long ago…it could have taken me from…two to twenty…years…not days…to figure it all out…
She reminds me that truth is a journey…and just like on any journey… sometimes I will hold the map upside down…sometimes I will leave my purse at the restaurant and have to retrace my route…and…sometimes I will just make a detour on a whim that gets me totally lost…for a while…
But…she says…it’s okay…as long as I keep driving…I’ll make it to where I want to go…and…she handed me a compass…just to make it easier…
Jane…
I’ve heard that…Bertha…is running around Amazon…looking for a new place to live…do you have room in your Kindle? Click Bertha to help a sister out.
Sometimes it takes a really long time to discover it, but the Truth is always there. I wish I didn’t overlook it so often. I spend a part of every day just trying to find it!
Peggy, I know what you mean…but it isn’t taking as long as it used to…so that’s a very good thing! Bertha says truth’s like the cat…when it’s nowhere to be found…sit quietly and it will find you! (Not that she’s ever looked for the cat! 😉 )