“Where do you see God’s love in all this anger?” “God’s not there. If God loves me when I behave badly, then I’ll never change.” But then I remembered loving my nephew in the midst of a tantrum. Could that apply to me?
You did what? It’s time to get past the taboos around vaginas so women can get the health care they really need.
On this Thanksgiving I am most grateful for this blog, the people who’ve helped me with it, and how it has helped me to be more fully me.
Detours are a fact of life. My worry and rage accomplish nothing because each situation resolves in its time. Sometimes, they even lead to something better.
In our politically divided nation that often feels filled with hate, how do we love each other in the midst of our differences?
Fear keeps trying to push me toward the safe choices. But that won’t get me anywhere I want to go.
And finding it where I hadn’t expected. With my Dad.
It is only when I am fully me and explore and exercise my passions and truth that I can do whatever it is that I am meant to do with this life.
Yet I still struggle with my belief that I’m not supposed to have it. So I returned to the source – Jesus and the Buddha to find out what they really had to teach me.
In teaching my nephew to swim, he would often struggle no matter how much I told him to lay back and trust me. I do the same in my life. But each time I trust the voice inside I find myself floating.
Having faith does not mean having all the answers. I need only to keep aiming toward the divine and trusting in what feels right, even when it doesn’t make sense, even when it seems contrary to how I thought I was “supposed” to live, and even when it’s scary because I can’t see what’s ahead.
Subscribe to stay current on new posts. Your e-mail will be used for no other purposes.