I feel like God is making room on my insides. They feel mushy. The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit said they’d come and make their abode with me.

That should put an end to my lonely existence. It’s possible being “present” will fix my morose episodes. Why go meandering in my past, or reliving nagging regrets with Love itself in Human Form attending me faithfully?

Maybe writing is my way of soul searching- getting out the misconceptions and false perceptions about the world, and Who I am in it? Seems a tedious task to perform with such prestigious guests. But, it is the nature of God, Himself, ‘to help.’ Love helps.

Love doesn’t lie to me, confuse me with distractions and illusions to capture my attention. Someone who loves me exposes lies and deceit- so I don’t get caught in the nettles of life.

Like a Good Shepard, Jesus is there. I sound like a State Farm commercial. Ugh!! See how thoroughly the world gets into our beings, speech, and thought patterns? And, influences them??

Now wonder St. Therese had such a happy life. No constant barrage of commercialism in the French countryside a century ago.

When I wrote those words, State Farm’s jingle rhythm accompanied my pen.

This cultural de-tangling may be an exhausting job. How am I to exist in a realm with God and speak to Him, when the a**holes who own insurance companies have through decades of cultural influence and manipulation sowed their jingle into my soul?

Then, it triggers me like a supper bell, like I am Pavlov’s dog in an experiment. It rings and I obey. At least, today it has distracted me from my personal, non-commercial quest of salvation.

Clearly, I am trying to speak to someones superior to State Farm Insurance Company. You have lost your sale!

One way to combat this awful conditioning by market manipulators is: Every time I hear that jingle I will say, “Like a good neighbor, Jesus is there!” But, I ought not to be a tedious neighbor myself. And, talk too much about myself or seem to be complaining.

I am sure this new habit will reduce my morose musings. How can one remain sullen and ill-tempered in the presence of One who is Love?