Review of lessons 97 & 98.
4-24-2024
97] I am spirit.
98] I will accept my part in God’s plan for salvation.
I thought of my mom when I read the line that “no body can contain my spirit.” (A … continue reading
97] I am spirit.
98] I will accept my part in God’s plan for salvation.
I thought of my mom when I read the line that “no body can contain my spirit.” (A … continue reading

Happy Sunday!
In seminary this month we are studying Christianity. Each month my cohort dives deeper into the religions than what is provided in our required reading. This month a classmate shared a movie about a Protestant minister who wrote … continue reading
[21] I am determined to see things differently.
[22] What I see is a form of vengeance.
[23] I can escape this world by giving up attack thoughts.
[24] I do not perceive my own … continue reading
“I am not the victim of the world I see.” (L31)
I am free to choose.
“I’m ‘struggling’ this morning with what to write. I see loved ones who are struggling in … continue reading
“The light you will see in any one of them is the same light you will see in them all.”
It excites me to think a real change is possible … continue reading
“Attack thoughts and invulnerability cannot be accepted together. They contradict each other.”
I just imagined a big strong man who is expressive of his strength, and I expect that he will be … continue reading
“In no situation that arises do you realize the outcome that would make you happy.”
I dropped my car off for service this morning and there was some tension regarding my … continue reading
This morning I woke up to a crying cat in my face and a mumbling husband next to me. I was not ready to wake up. … continue reading
“It is from this savage fantasy that you want to escape.”
“Is this the world I really want to see.”
This lesson is hard. Vengeance is a tough word – I … continue reading
Yesterday, the lesson had us set our desire and intent to see. Today, we are given a lesson in how to do that – to see truthfully.
There are so many things … continue reading