Have you ever been moving down the path, skipping and humming to yourself, minding your own business (key hint there), and SLAM!  You are crashed into a tall, wide, thick wall with one word painted in big letters: “NO.”

There is no discussion, no appeal, no explanation–and certainly no understanding.  Just “NO.”  Can’t go this way, no entrance, no exit, no detour–just no.

For someone raised on “We can do it!” it is a shock, and I’ve spent much time, years, heartache, determination, manipulation and control working to change that word.  After many wounds and scars, I’m a little slower as I approach–or rather, I recognize the immovability after I awake from the coma from mindlessly hitting the wall.  “Wow.”  Maybe this is what they call the “will of heaven.”

So if I am eternally safe, infinitely loved, completely lovable, thoroughly lovely and intrinsically a treasure in the eyes of Heaven, what are my choices?  Being human, I just need to recognize it as a “YIELD” sign.  Give up.  Surrender.  Take a break.  Stand back.  Take a look around.  The wall does not go on forever.  Usually it is a barrier to a very narrow path surrounded by other endless opportunities.

What hypnotizes and captures me–takes me hostage, actually–is the myth.  The story of what it “should” be.  Astoundingly concrete, these tales were spun from explaining generations of unskilled behavior, rationalizations of changing times, desperate attempts to maintain status quo when it was abandoned centuries ago. 

Holding Her hand, I stand easy in front of this wall and let the Love of Her Heaven enthuse my heart, body and mind.  In this Presence and the eyes of love, I see through the wall and embrace the Spirit of “No.”