We resist the allure of love, while still longing for it’s comfort. First, it is resistance to the experience of a bigger life, in which our small and separate identity disappears. What is actually the birth of our spiritual identity feels to the ego like death. The ego, our small and separate sense of self, is an imposter personality. It is a false self. It resists our genuinely remembering God, because in the recognition of our oneness with Him lies the death of the ego and the end of all fear.
The mortal mind cannot understand how miracles work, and for our entire lives we are taught to mistrust what cannot be rationally explained.
Sometimes reason competes with gut instinct, which only seems to make matters worse. But what if we place all our decisions in the hands of God? What if a decision surrendered to the divine was a decision surrendered to the highest level of intelligence, wisdom, and love?