Post by Susan Peabody on Oct 16, 2022 11:09:14 GMT -8
Transference
You can use your imagination to substitute God for your Qualifier. God is available all the time. God is prompt and reliable. God never abandons us. God is good. He/She is an upgrade from our past choices.
When I fell in love with my Higher Power, I was embarrassed at first. Then I grew to like it. I listened to the old song, "Looking for love in all the wrong faces. Looking for love in all the wrong places."
I was so filled with joy that I contemplated becoming a nun. LOL Eventually, the honeymoon was over, I came down to earth, and I met my husband Frank. We were happy, but my joy came from my relationship with God, and it kept me from going overboard with Frank.
Over the years, God has been a stand-in for all those I had lost or was waiting to find: my father, mother, sister, daughter, brother, counselor, partner, companion, and best friend.
A personal, intimate, relationship with our Higher Power is the spiritual underpinnings of 12-Step programs.
The Awaited Suitor
My heart pines away; I sing the blues.
I ask now and then: Where are you?
Are you real? Are you there for me?
When will I see you? When shall it be?
I face the horizon; I take Christ's hand.
In great expectation, I look over the land.
Nothing happens; oh woe is me.
What shall I do? When will it be?
With tears in my eyes, I look up and smile.
Christ cups my face, and after awhile
He softly speaks, and breaks the news:
"I am the one who was chosen for you."
"Can you love me, year after year,
As you would have loved him if he had appeared?"
My face grew pale, and my body shook.
I took his hand, too frightened to look.
Then I agreed to give it a try.
My suitor was here; he had finally arrived.
1983
My heart pines away; I sing the blues.
I ask now and then: Where are you?
Are you real? Are you there for me?
When will I see you? When shall it be?
I face the horizon; I take Christ's hand.
In great expectation, I look over the land.
Nothing happens; oh woe is me.
What shall I do? When will it be?
With tears in my eyes, I look up and smile.
Christ cups my face, and after awhile
He softly speaks, and breaks the news:
"I am the one who was chosen for you."
"Can you love me, year after year,
As you would have loved him if he had appeared?"
My face grew pale, and my body shook.
I took his hand, too frightened to look.
Then I agreed to give it a try.
My suitor was here; he had finally arrived.
1983