We are constantly supported. Always.
Yesterday evening I was struggling. I was tired, my spouse was tired, and as we were outside together we were gently getting on each other’s last nerve just by breathing.
It happens occassionally, because we are human. The question is less “do you know what I mean” and more “how recently have you experienced this.” No biggie, as you know, and that’s not at all a river in Egypt.
And yet, it hurt.
In my response to their connecting small talk, I had asked a clarifying question. Which triggered the other person into feeling attacked (because they were low on energy) and reacting in a way which then made me feel belittled and that I needed them to be kinder (because I was low on energy).
We both quickly switched gears and settled back into supportive presence together. In my head I could even palpably see their efforts at regaining niceness and companionship.
But in my heart I wasn’t ready to let go of my hurt. (Again, I was low on energy and at the end of my full day. Excuses, excuses…)
Outwardly, I chose to act on responding to meet together again in friendship and love. Inwardly, I was exploring thoughts and emotions about being supported — or not.
The first one felt good. The second one…not so much. I spent a lot of mental energy (that I didn’t have) bleeding my power and wallowing.
By the time we got back inside, though, I had honestly returned to the place of releasing my spouse from being required to provide me with all of my emotional support at all times.
I checked my phone, which had remained inside. And I discovered a hugely unusual incident. Two messages. From extended friends. One who I had not connected with in a very long time. The other who is a freshly new connection. For either to reach out was an unexpected, happy surprise, let alone for both. At the exact same time that I was looping myself through feelings of being unsupported.
I had already come full circle, back to knowing these truths:
- Even in his mortal moments, my spouse truly does fully support me.
- Even through my own mortal moments I fully support him, and myself.
And Source had encouraged me immediately by reminding me of Its expansive and expanding field of support for me, through the messages on the phone. Holy wow.
I am absolutely covered.
I am completely cradled.
I am wholly supported. Holy-supported.
How can you recognize your support, today? Are there any unexpected reminders for you?