Growing up in a Bible believing home is something I am forever grateful for yet am saddened by the firm approach in which it was forced on me.
My faith does not come from a book or place of worship, but from deep within me. Its an ever-present voice that guides and nurtures me right where I am. No special rituals or songs need be heard, but my simple sigh. In my breath flows the spirit of me.
I am hesitant to write about what I believe because I want others to be able to see God as real and artistic as I do. Yet most shy away because of the guilt and shame we have been taught to associate God with.
I want my story to include how I see God or as I call Him, my creator, my love.
I see Him in all different ways, a scientist who is watching and calculating trying to improve on a spiritual level.
An artist, giving each one of us an image alike to his own but all our own.
A father, loving and guiding with a firm yet gentle hand.
A teacher, wanting to give us all the information needed to perfect ourselves.
A leader, armies of angels he commands for our ultimate well-being.
A conductor, each of us making a sound as we move making the most beautiful tune.
Most of all….My Friend.
Maybe I will never be able to capture the words needed to describe such a god, but I would not be able to remain true to myself if I did not try. For He has not only shown me miracles but allowed me to be the miracle in more ways than one.
I am not the normal in the most who believe. I am not ashamed to say I have been wrong and messed up royally along my way, and know I will again mess up in the future in some sort of way.
Knowing and believing that no matter what my choices and thoughts may be, I am loyal to the spirit which lives in me which will never leave. For I am Him and He is me.
Wouldn’t you want your creation to live and see all that has been given?.
To say hello….just *sigh