My parents did not really encourage me to believe in God or in Jesus but I firmly believe that there is a childlike spirit within us that is drawn to believing in the message of love especially as spoken about in the spirit of Jesus. We find comfort in stories as we come across mean-spirited people in our lives; and I need God in my life just to talk to and believe in. Just like there are times we need a daddy or a mommy or a friend or our children. We find a song that can touch our spirits and for me a hymn or a word of scripture can do this too.
Animals can also be very important presence with us in times of grief and loneliness. God is for me a source of healing love; as a child I could see beyond myself into this other world. Children when I was small had lots of time to daydream and to wonder. As I grew older I realized that other people could have an influence on me and soon I realized that friends do not always support our spiritual growth and sometimes even bring a sense of unworthiness and insecurity.
There is a larger purpose in our lives than just to exist for ourselves. Even the intellectuals who write books like "The Evolution of God" will ad mitt to. No, I am not reading this book though I may because it is on my book ipod, put there by dad who is reading it. My spiritual growth has not always been welcomed or accepted by those nearest and dearest to me. Boyfriends are a major distraction when we feel like we have fallen in love!
I want to see the value of virtue that is spontaneous and free; not just a standard of right and wrong, but a growth of the soul to discover the inner strength we all were born with. I want to be free of an earthly or worldly identity that hides the spiritual identity of who I really am. I see myself as a little butterfly flying and hovering over the church services I attend; not becoming all that involved not not having to believe exactly as others do. This leaves me free to enjoy the beauty that surrounds me.
Today it looks rainy and after a walk I think we are going to a second hand store. I forget what we are looking for but maybe dad will remember. But first a little prayer time and another cup of coffee. I did not sleep that well, maybe too much chocolate cheese-cake. Very yummy!
2 comments:
Maybe too much coffee, not the chees-cake, is keeping you from getting a good sleep.
Love,
Rick
Yes I am guilty of having 2 cups of coffee.
Did you hear tapestry? You probably agree. The book was the Evolution of God. Dad is listening to Peeos now.
love mom
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