Wow, so much has changed for me since Mother's day. I can't begin to detail it all in one post. I have to process how, and how much to even share. Let's just say that while I have always been honest about my crazy life, I am not sure I was ever fully honest-- even with my self-- about the toll it was taking on me. I have built a big, full, beautiful, life. I have no regrets. I over spent a bit on that big, beautiful life, and I am not talking about money. I am talking about emotional energy, spirit, what ever words you use to describe the hootspah that keeps you showing up for your life every day. I woke up one day realizing that I had messed things up a little. I was "checking out"on my life a bit. Missing out on the moments that matter. Lucky for me, I know perfection is overrated, and while humility isn't alway pretty, it sure is liberating.
I am a girl with strong faith. Strong, blind, childlike faith. My atheist friends are bewildered by it. They cannot understand how such a smart woman would believe such "nonsense". I have no explanation other than, I just do. I preface this post with that statement because, you won't find me quoting scripture here. Though I would if I were more confident in my ability to do so competently. I do not have that confidence, never have. I am a believer. My belief has been nurtured by life experience, by answered prayers, by constant evidence that God cares about me. I see his hand in big things and small. I look to him for guidance and help in all things. I am not a Biblical scholar. I have always been somewhat insecure about that. I am bolstered up by the words of a Godly woman much wiser than I who assures me that "I am living my walk out loud". My faith is not in my knowledge of the scripture, but in the...

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