Saturday, November 9, 2024
I’ve made up my mind: nobody and nothing makes me. I am already made, and I am made fully, divinely, and without fault, weakness, or need.
I used to think traffic made me angry. But it turns out that anger is something I dredge up when I see brake lights and congestion. I used to think my home made me comfortable, but no matter how cozy it was, discomfort seemed to be able to seep through the walls and windows, through the cushions of the sofa, and into the rooms I worked so diligently to decorate just to my liking. I guess I was causing my discomfort.
I used to think smart people made me feel intimidated. But I now realize that intimidation is an allowance. I used to think my wise investing made me feel rich and secure. But it turns out that investments are digits on my computer that go up and down – fickle at best. I used to think one day I was going to have it made, but that only suggested that today, I was an unmade mess.
I used to think the actions of others made me crazy! They were just doing what they wanted. When I do what I want, it feels perfectly sane. But when others do what they want, it feels crazy. Unwanted behaviors are no longer unwanted. That will clear that one up.
I guess I can rest assured. I am already made. Have I made myself clear? Have I made a case? I’m not sure I can make anything. We’re made whole, complete, and fully equipped, and so is the universe. I guess all of my anger and craziness is all made up. I guess I already have it made in the shade. What does that make you?