spirituality

some mornings, I wake up & just feel blessed. blessed to be alive, blessed to see a beautiful sunrise, blessed to be able to take a breath....whewwwwwwwww...blessed to get to work safely, blessed that my kids are safe at school, blessed that I have a job to go to, blessed to realize from whence all that is possible. I'm not super religious, don't attend church like I should, and don't peddle religious tracts on unsuspecting victims.

but you know what: He whispered in my ear one day. Said "I am". And that was enough to convince me.

And when I became convinced, my life changed. I believe, it changed for the better. Doors opened for me that hadn't opened before, and I began to see myself in a new light. I accepted responsiblity for keeping my faith in Him, and for keeping my life on track. And He showed me what he wanted me to do. This didn't happen overnight, and it wasn't some destination I reached. It's a journey, and I'm still traveling.

It seems so simple now. It was just love, and the moment I began to love Him, I began to see the part of Him that lives within me. And I stopped wanting to engage in self-destructive behaviour. And I wanted to live the kind of life He wanted for me. And I wanted to be a perfect reflection of Him...to show the world the He that resides within me. I still wnat that, but again...that's part of the journey.

Ok, for all you naysayers...I thought about other explanations for all of the above. Free will & all that...me shaping my own destiny and giving the credit for my accomplishments to some "all-seeing, all-knowing" omnipotent being that I have no proof exists. yeah, I thought of that too. But I believe. When He whispered that to me, He touched my heart...and my heart had plenty of scar tissue that had to be sliced through in order for Him to reach me. But He did. And that's more than all the proof I need.

sometimes I think that he writes for me...cause I sat here & had every intention of writing a fluff piece about my straightened hair. Oh well, maybe later....