I attended two church services this weekend. Both of them reminded me what it was that turned my faith light back on a few years ago. It was a wonderful reminder.
Yesterday, I was searching in the archives of my blog and stumbled upon a couple of pieces I had written that I really liked. The only reason I believed they came from me is because I posted them on here. I could not remember writing it! It reminded me that my faith light turned on a few years ago. The words which had flowed into me, through me and out of my finger tips came from that place. My writing at its best comes from a place beyond my vision...... it is the gift I have been given to express the living word of God. I am the vessel.........
This afternoon, I found stillness for a quiet period. As I sat in silence, breathing in and breathing out, I could feel that comforting faith light warm me. Anxieties lifted. I could hear the music of life blend all around me. With my eyes closed I could see the calm flicker of a candle. It never burns out. It is never snuffed.
Earlier this evening I sat down for dinner with my two children. The dampness in the livingroom was gone .... replaced by the warmth of the blazing fire I had been feeding for a couple of hours. The drama of the week was gone ...... replaced by gratitude and respect for the bountiful life we are so privileged to lead. For one another. For our home. For the love we share. I was reminded of what it was that turned my faith light back on a few years ago.......
Tonight, I bundled up for the first time this fall to ward off the slushie winds that tell the tale of winter's pending arrival, and took the dog for her walk. I pushed away the thoughts of what has to "get done" this week to be better prepared in order to be able to look around, to listen openly and to inhale the aromatic change of seasons. It's easy to do when I'm with Lily because she is always so enthusiastic to go for a walk like it's the first time EVER. She always takes a smiling run and body slide onto her back on the neighbour's lawn....... her legs flailing in the air......... her back being rubbed by terra firma. You can't help but smile with envy that she has the capacity to live in the moment simplistically joyful!
As we walked with the wind, the dark night, which felt so November-foreboding earlier in the evening began to transform as the storm clouds scattered and splintered into strips of cotton. Those once slushie winds were pushing them beyond the horizon. Those nasty north winds howling through the barren trees were revealing a twinkling gallery of light specks up above. Off to the side, a sideways smiling moon that had its best glow on. Looking, listening, inhaling, I gratefully and respectfully stood alone on the small street I call home. Nestled safely within a vast universe ...... Again, I was reminded of faith. The Living Word
The light of my faith comes from believing God lives in and among us. We are the Living Word. And we do it best when we just let ourselves be open to being a sensory expressive and receptive human.
We do it best when we allow ourselves embrace the basic but so important lessons as the touchstones of how we connect and interact with others and with nature....... to love, to find a way to communicate, to respond, to treat everyone equally, to be kind..... to hear, see, touch, feel, inhale daily moments with a heart of gratitude.
It's how I want to live. It is what I strive for everyday. Whether its through my writing, my interactions, my actions. I may stumble into a field of selfishness from time to time. I may overreact and not handle things well on occasion, especially when I'm stressed out...... when my fuse is short. My words may dry up. My strength may succumb to fatigue. But, it is a goal I keep in the uppermost of my mind......... that we all play a role in the Body of Christ. Humanity makes up the Body of Christ.
If God lives among us, as I believe He does, then we always have the ultimate Mentor to help guide us back to what really counts.
The other night, after a day of feeling shattered and tired from not going into surgery, I went outside and sat on the back steps to catch my breath. I looked up in the night sky and what should appear at the moment I needed reassurance? A beautiful shooting star.......... I laughed out loud and hooked a wish upon its tail and hummed the tune.......... All things bright and beautiful...........