God Is In Your Tears

I was in such a dilemma. My only daughter is grown and a mother with two small children. She had decided to do something that I would never do. It felt as if she was a stranger. Where had she been all those years when I was preaching about natural health and healing?

I was devastated. Why would she choose to do something that might endanger her good health? I cried and cried about it. My great lesson in this was to learn to let go. How could I do this when every fiber of my being was against her choice?

I fought with myself. I fought with her. One afte
oon it all came to a head. We were arguing back and forth coming to no conclusions. I was sobbing like a baby. I knew she was a grown woman but to make a choice that I was so against, ripped me apart.

Buddha has a wonderful prayer about life. "How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did you learn to let go?" Letting go was my test now.

When I am in these stressful situations, I can eventually look upon them from a "higher" picture. I know that on some level, in the scheme of things, these problems are not "real," not permanent in our lives in heaven. Our spirit flies free when we leave this world, not encumbered by the frailty of the human body. Our problems of soul do come with us.

Our many lessons in love are not immediately healed when we reach the other side; we bring our weaknesses to the other side of the veil to be healed. Eventually, we begin to see God Goddess in all aspects of our lives.

Here I was crying, screaming, trying to rationalize a decision that my daughter had made. We first fought in the kitchen, then the living room, and on into my grandson's bedroom. My six year old grandson pushed his mother out of his room and shut the door. He had never seen his mother and I fighting like that.

"We are a family and God is watching over us so that we love each other. God is with us." He then points to the tears streaming down my face. "God is in here too."

If All is God, Everywhere Present, and All Knowing.
From my grandson...God is in your tears."nn©2008 Merry C. Battlesnnnn