When my sponsor introduced me to this idea, I honestly couldn’t fathom what she meant. \u00a0Teachers? \u00a0She further said that there were no accidents. \u00a0Everything that happened was part of “my script.” \u00a0I can still remember being confounded by her “instruction,” and a bit frightened. \u00a0How did she know these things? \u00a0Should I be alarmed by her words? \u00a0When things happened that felt strange, it increased my uncertainty about her and this new sober life I was attempting.<\/p>\n
I look back on this earlier time as confusing, to say the least. \u00a0And very grateful that I didn’t slip off the path. \u00a0Actually, I’m often stymied by why I stayed in the fellowship. \u00a0I wasn’t sure I needed it, but I was certain that I liked the joy others seemed to have and I wanted that to rub off on me. \u00a0I had not grown up joyful. My family was not joyful. \u00a0I seemed to always be looking to others for the indication that they cared enough about me that I could dare to be joyful. \u00a0Codependent? \u00a0I’d say so. \u00a0Incessantly insecure? \u00a0For sure.<\/p>\n
I still didn’t relate to the idea that others were “my teachers” until I began the study of ACIM. \u00a0Like so much in one’s life, I had to first make the decision to accept the idea that the men and women I traveled with<\/strong><\/em> were my “chosen” teachers. \u00a0I had to suspend my disbelief in this concept. \u00a0That took willingness. \u00a0It took a strong adherence. \u00a0And it took constant vigilance. \u00a0But this idea finally became ingrained and I feel so blessed that this has happened. \u00a0My life has improved ten-fold since giving up the old way of thinking.<\/p>\n I now love the idea that everyone is my teacher. \u00a0I love the reminder from friends that there are no accidents. \u00a0I love looking around at my companions and trying to discern exactly what the lesson might be that “they are in charge of.” \u00a0Most of all I love knowing I am serving as “their teacher too.” \u00a0Life is like a good meal. \u00a0There are really no left-overs. \u00a0Every aspect has its purpose. \u00a0Grabbing each one as it approaches, allows me to grow in the ways I have been born to experience. \u00a0To remember this is the challenge, of course. \u00a0Some days, some experiences are more appealing than others. \u00a0None are superfluous, however. \u00a0None.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When my sponsor introduced me to this idea, I honestly couldn’t fathom what she meant. \u00a0Teachers? \u00a0She further said that there were no accidents. \u00a0Everything that happened was part of “my script.” \u00a0I can still remember being confounded by her “instruction,” and a bit frightened. \u00a0How did she know these things? \u00a0Should I be alarmed […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2901","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-what-i-believe-you-and-your-higher-power"],"yoast_head":"\n