You,
“Love
of Self”
           
There is no perfection in the present human soul. We can agree on that. There is also no need to carry on like our view of a thing is the only way to see it. There has to be a clear line between the very healthy acceptance of yourself and you inherent value and the burden of thinking you are always right. To be clear, you are not. There are as many gaps in your wisdom as there are in your knowledge. This does not make you evil or your intentions void, it only makes you human and fatally flawed.
           
It is not enough to dwell there because that is only half of the story, either way. It is half of the story if you think you are always right, and you should always follow your instincts and defend your own fort. Instincts are not truth and many times they are self-protecting prophecies on how to avoid any form of hurt, even if glory rests on the other side. Jesus had his moment of instinct in the garden.
           
It is also half the story if you think you are all wrong or beyond any real redemption. Redemption is for wrongdoing and light is the eternal cure of the dark. You are not here to be judge over anyone else and you are not here to be judge over yourself either.
           
The richness and fullness and height of grace makes another way out of the mire of self that worships either right or wrong. It rests on the idea that we are on the path to something greater and these things will fade away under the weight of the unfolding story of grace. It is not only come as you are but accept who you are. Be honest. Be brave. Look unflinchingly at that proverbial person in the mirror. Do not be bowed by other flawed beings purporting to tell you how you can be better. God is not into life coaches. They frankly do not know what they are talking about. They are frayed souls like you taking placebos and building castles of unrest that no real storm will leave standing.
           
Come to the light that cannot go out. Come to the tenderness that is eternal love. You will be transformed by it. You need a private audience and personal attention. You need to know that you are loved and no book or seminar or sermon can tell you that. At best, they take you closer. At worst, they take you further away. Yet, the thing itself is always in front of you. The being of beings has been calling to you in everything since the day you could be called. Listen, for once, love, listen. On your knees, sitting down, lying, standing, it does not matter. Listen and learn again how truly lovely you are.