Grace

A few days ago, when I went home and asked my mother how her day went. She said she hadn't been feeling too well. She said the day before her friend paid her a visit and brought some food. The food was very spicy, as in lots of pepper. Mum said her stomach was in agony that night and she couldn't sleep. She decided to stay home just in case. She vowed never again to eat food that spicy. I gave her a hug. I was glad she was feeling better.

Yesterday I went through the whole day without any food except snacking on a few wads of tissue paper, which I'm partial to. When I went home I had a bowl of Weetabix (breakfast cereal), some rice and stew, and a doughnut. Then I started feeling queasy so I had an early night. When I asked for help to heal the queasiness, I was reminded that I needed to see myself as Love that is infinite. Put another way, Love's stomach is infinite and can take as much food as I can eat. I was soon back to normal.

It's good to be loved regardless.

Enocia

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