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Friends, you need to detach. I don’t mean stop caring or give up. I mean: let go, & let God.

There’s obviously a lot to stress about. But you’re also faced with an entire system who is hell bent on breaking you emotionally, stressing you out, & making you despair.

You’re easier to control when you’re broken. If you die along the way, that’s fine with them, too.

More importantly, people don’t make good decisions when they’re operating out of fear. Fear, or at least a low grade anxiety, is the normal

baseline for the planet now, by design. One stops thinking well when one is stressed. One’s memory fails. Sleep is elusive. Tensions increase. Love is strained. People become desperate for an end, any end, & they look for someone to save them from it.

This is their goal.

Love is stunted by fear. We need a lot more the the former & none of the latter.

And, of course, if fearful people pray at all, it’s often a needy desperate “ask” of God, instead of relationship building Love, worship, & gratitude. It’s hard to do that when you’re afraid.

Believe me, Satan is keenly aware of that.

There’s something called “radical acceptance,” that, unfortunately, everybody in the world needs now to learn rather quickly.

What is it? Glad you asked.

It’s the ability of a human being who has been absolutely devastated by tragedy to, somehow, still find peace in the midst of it, or shortly after the shock.

There’s a book out there that approaches this from the secular & psychological perspective. I forget the name.

But one example it gives is of a man who has been wrongly accused of a horrendous crime & faces life in prison. He lost everything. He loses his trial. He’s exhausted all of his appeals. He’ll never be up for parole while he lives. He’s an innocent man who will never be free.

Even he can find peace & even joy. The book explains some exercises & approaches toward the goal. I’ll leave it you to find it.

But I have a better example.

A classmate of my kids died in a car accident. His younger brother was in the car. The boy who died was a very good kid. I mean for real. Nobody was worried for his soul.

I was concerned for the younger brother, because I lived through that.

Twice.

So, I went to the funeral thinking maybe I could offer what help I could. I didn’t know the mother.

On the way there I’d learned that she’d lost her husband the year before.

My mother was a devout woman. But, when my brothers died, she absolutely lost it, understandably.

So, that’s what I was expecting. That’s not what I got.

What I found was a woman comforting everyone else. A woman who trusted God so much & who had done such a good job raising her son, that she had no doubt whatsoever that she would be with him again.

She was sad, obviously, but she was at peace. She was practicing radical acceptance beautifully, with the assistance of supernatural grace.

I learned more in that afternoon than in many years of searching.

It’s a lesson we all need now.

Don’t let them manipulate you.