We spent countless hours chanting Divine Office, fingering our beads, and otherwise on our knees as nuns. The theme of our lives was primarily about bridging the distance between God and our mere mortal selves.
That was decades ago,
and still it has taken me years to remember that I am indeed that God,
. . . .and that’s it’s not about me trying to convince a distant deity that I’m worthy.
. . . .Nor is it about me overcoming my sins or otherwise making a good impression on God.
It’s about me accepting that I am God and have been creating my own dreams. It’s trusting what I create. Moment, by moment, by moment.