Anyone who even vaguely knows me, knows that I believe in my God fiercely! Not your God, not the God of bibles or organized religion. Rather, the Being that I can sometimes see in my daily life. The Being that, when I don’t forget and drift too far, I can feel around me. To be quite brutally honest, it doesn’t even really matter if you believe in Him – He is my God, my Truth, my Hope. And my Peace.
I have been taking a bit of strain lately. It all started when I took the words of someone I considered a friend, and I allowed them a power that only I can give. Destructive and hurtful power.
It got in, and it festered and bubbled and, by inches, I withdrew and internalized and added just a little bit more weight to the concrete core of self doubt that I wear like a mantle.
Without ever really seeing it head on, it twisted thoughts and brought on a sadness that was made up of millions of featherlight layers of doubt. No single layer will break you, or is even really noticeable. Each individual layer so light that you don’t even feel them settling their little tendrils of malaise into you. Until one morning you wake up, and you are tired. For no reason that you can think of. But tired nonetheless. The weight of millions of feathers and hundreds of tendrils, brought on by inches.
And the vicious circle begins.
I always get like this, when I give others a power they don’t deserve, and when I drift too far from my God. Every time, it sneaks up on me and I don’t even realize it. Until I do.
I have never been one of those believers that hears God. And I am still not. Mostly, I just feel Him as I would a feeling of warmth in the cold. Or a cool, soft breeze when it is hot. Or that full, contented feeling you get sometimes, when you just know that the moment you are in, is completely perfect.
Today, as it has been lately, my mind was in a whirl of unhappiness. Of taking chance words completely out of context and elevating them to stinging nettles of discord. Of borrowing the worries of another day and of another person. Of spiraling crippling where to from here doubt.
None of it in my forebrain, none of logical really. But still there. Still powerful. Still exhausting.
Until I walked out the front door of the place I live, to do something as mundane as throw rubbish in the bin outside. There was no choir of angels. No voice in my head. No burning bush.
There was an ache in my heart that had been there so long that I stopped noticing it, and then there wasn’t. In the space of a step, a thought popped into my head that was so clear and alien to that specific moment and bit of my reality, that it literally altered my entire state.
Have I ever not provided for you, in your time of need?
I am not saying that my God spoke to me.
I am saying that….somehow… I had a thought that was completely unrelated to the train of thought and task I was, at that moment, focused on.
Somehow, I had a thought that was so profound that I felt the shift in my thought pattern like an actual weight lifting.
And that somehow, that thought was powerful enough, loud enough, grounded enough in the warm, calming, cool comfort of feeling loved, that a granite slab lifted off my soul.
And my soul sprang a leak. A wet one. Because suddenly, again, for the hundredth time, I remembered.
Not once, has He ever failed to provide. Protect. Comfort.
Not once, in the entire history of the seriously spectacular crap I have availed myself of and to, has He ever failed me.
Everyone needs hope. Hope for something better. Hope for their life and their loves.
I don’t need you to believe in my God.
But I really, really do hope that you have a place where you find Hope.
Because at the end off the day, we really have nothing else that stands between us and the darkness of ourselves and humanity.