By Alisa Battaglia
When I look into the mirror, I meet my eyes and look deeply into the pools of inner knowing, past the lines of time etched in my skin.
For an instant, I feel the shame of a mystic that recognizes Soul imperfection in comparison with the Universe it penetrates. I speak out in question, “Have I done enough in my incarnated Soul mission?”
Then I watch my face contort and tears streams down my cheeks. Instantly a wise gentle inner voice assuages and says, “I’ve only just begun. Now I have wisdom, life experience born into wisdom.”
The Path of Wisdom earns favor with God.
Those who gain wisdom are compared to a tree firmly planted, that yields fruit in abundance in due season, whose leaves do not wither; whatever they do prospers (Ps. 1:3).