And finding it where I hadn’t expected. With my Dad.
When Anne let me push her wheelchair, I knew we were really friends. Her vulnerability with me allowed me to be more open with her and created connection. As I allow others and God to push my metaphorical wheelchair, I’m receiving more grace and peace.
I have been inhibited in writing about and fully immersing myself in the spiritual part of my journey out of fear. It’s time to take that leap of faith.
I have an irrational, but deep-seated fear of hell that has regularly prevented me from changing beliefs and behaviors that don’t serve me. A series of conversations with Jesus, including how I don’t believe in him as God, helped me to overcome that fear and see that I am loved and loveable as I am.