We don’t doubt that the tree is in the seed or the juice is in the orange but when it comes to our true heart’s desire, we have a way of saying, “This is not right! It looks weird.” God likes to evolve. We see transformation and evolution in all things and we accept them where they seem acceptable. Only a fool would plot and plan to turn a seed into an orchard or believe that they could seduce Spring into arriving. What a waste of time that would be and yet we think it wise to sit side court to our dreams and desires and worry and plan and contemplate their arrival as if this practice would be helpful.

I am in a classroom right now of surrender and trust. Letting go and allowing the good nature of God to develop as It well for my highest good. When was the last time you allowed God to do what it wants to do? Recently I have heard my inner teacher whispering, “You never let me do anything.”It makes me smile to recognize how much I am in the habit of playing God and doing all the heavy lifting. “Not this time,” She whispers. “This time you get to be still and let me carry you.”

I spend my days in the hospital listening to Beethoven, and smiling at my mother-in-law as we nod our heads at each other and practice conversations. She attempts to string a few words together and I nod and try and answer what I think she wants to hear.  She can get stuck on a syllable. She will stutter it out and look to me with searching eyes to see if I have caught her meaning. “Yes, I hear you,”  I say.  Then there is food to navigate and naps. Naps are good. I sit with my computer and thread stories while she sleeps. Sometimes she wakes up to see me and just whispers, “Thank you.” and then goes back to sleep.

The rest of my life sits simmering on the back burner for hours. The books and sermons and life coaching sessions have come to a bit of a halt, for now. Life just got still and simple and I am trusting that I am where I am supposed to be and God is doing the rest.

I drink in the stillness and silence and then from over the loud speaker, I hear a lully-bye play. An older voice calls from outside the room, “what does that mean?” A younger voice answers, “a baby has just been born!” My eyes well up as I contempt my luck at being here to bear witness to the comings and goings of God.

Beneath it all is beauty.  Today I sit in trust and delight in the stillness, the simple syllables, and the songs that signal the arrival of life.


Maureen Muldoon is an authentic, one of a kind, masterpiece, authored by Love. She is a Spiritual Vixen, a happiness Pied Piper, and intuitive vision caster, writer, speaker, storyteller and thought leader. She is the spiritual director of SpeakEasy Spiritual Community and creative director of Voice Box. She hosts conversations that inspire individuals and organizations to get on course with their own brilliance. She blogs at ~ MaureenMuldoon.com and Vlogs on YOUTUBE