“I am only one, But still I am one.
I cannot do everything, But still I can do something;
and because I cannot do everything,
I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.”
~ Edward Hale
I love Chapter 25 in A Course in Miracles. It says I have a particular function, that is specific and individual to me. I love this. It means I’m not in competition with anyone. You have your function, and I have mine.
“Such is the Holy Spirit’s kind perception of specialness; His use of what you made, to heal instead of harm. To each He gives a special function in salvation he alone can fill; a part for him alone. Nor is the plan complete until he finds his special function and fulfills the part assigned to him, to make himself complete within a world where incompletion rules.”
I love that.
Somewhere in the Course it says: You will not be happy until you find your function for God and fulfill it.
It is the most true statement I have ever encountered. I am only happy when I am in a state of love. I am only happy when I am giving. I am only happy when I am extending the joy I feel. I am only happy when I am inspiring people, and feeling like I am making a difference.
And I am MOST happy when I am writing.
I get to be myself. I get to do what I love. The Holy Spirit is not asking me to sacrifice, or to do something I don’t want to do. He wants me to be happy and to do what I love.
For me it is a deep desire to communicate. I’ve always been this way, ever since I was a little girl. Always with a pen in my hand. Always drooling over Smythson of Bond Street stationery and leather bound journals. My most memorable Christmas gift was a silver Cross pen. You should have seen me in Florence Italy. It was like I’d died and gone to paper heaven.
I love paper. I kiss it … like the best friend that it is to me. I adore it. I cherish it. I absolutely love it. I love the way it smells. I love the way it feels. I love lounging in my bed with a stack of books on one side of me, a journal, a pen, and my cats peacefully sleeping while I read and write. It absolutely doesn’t get any better than that.
Writing for me was always a hobby. I never in a million years considered it a profession. It never occurred to me to even TRY to get paid to write. I knew I liked writing, but I didn’t think anyone would ever be interested in what I had to say. I have a deep memory of always starting to speak up and then someone else speaking over me – like I was invisible – and the whole group turning to the other person and ignoring me. I was constantly getting cut off mid-sentence and I’d sit there feeling like an idiot, unheard and unseen.
So I wrote.
At least my journal listened to me. At least I could finish my sentences without being interrupted.
I’ve spent my life writing.
Love letters. Cards. Journals.
Leo Tolstoy is my all-time favorite writer for the sheer number of times his characters write notes and invitations. Have you ever read Tolstoy? All people do all day long is write notes and send them across town on horseback.
It’s marvelous.
Writing is my first love. It’s my true love. It’s where I’m at home. It’s the place where time ceases to exist. It’s the ultimate luxury and the ultimate comfort, and it’s my favorite thing in the world.
I want you to think about what you really love to do.
What moves you? What inspires you?
The goal of A Course in Miracles is to “know thyself”.
You need to know how your own individual energy moves. Don’t worry about what everyone else is doing. Find what moves you.
What do you love doing the most?
Facebook comments:
Hi Lisa, I hope this gets through to you as I am in Vancouver visiting for my grandson’s 2nd birthday. Today is my first day here and Brandon and I have had so much fun together. He taught me so much my last visit in April that everything happens in its own time. He did not want a thing to do with me and I just loved him anyway, At night he would agree to give me a kiss goodnight and that was it until the next night. This visit we started off with a bit of confusion after a nap but we have made up for it since playing with Elmo and laughing,chasing and hiding. What LIGHT HE BRINGS EVERYWHERE. And his laughter is Heavenly. Thankyou for everything
love Jayme