As I let my understanding be upheld by divine Love, the answer came: I was not the one who was responsible; God was. Immediately I relaxed. I waited, trusted, “floated.”
Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? . . . If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.—Psalms 139:7, 9, 10
I had been trying to “apply” spiritual truths to improve whatever needed improving. What I truly needed was to accept (really accept) the Bible’s revelation that life, substance, and intelligence are in and of God, Spirit—and that everyone’s real individuality is entirely spiritual.
Knowing the truth is not a process or formula we use to get rid of something. It simply means acknowledging, and staying with, what is spiritually true.
The fear of losing my faithful dog was overwhelming, and at first I didn’t know what to pray. However, I obeyed that still, small voice and trusted God to quiet my fear.