A Heavenly Sigh

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.

Be curious.

Wouldn’t you want your creation to live and see all that has been given?.

To say hello….just *sigh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gift Of Providence

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She Loves those who come to her and show themselves as true.

They are healed by her eyes.

Little do they know they steal a piece of her heart each time because of their greediness.

Drying up her tears of joy and leaving gloom of themselves.

She deserves greatness if only she were given the chance and guidance of acceptance in all she is.

An angel of light and darkness.

Oh, to be able to distinguish what should and shouldn’t be there.

A gift of true Divine Providence is she.