alright, this is not like anything iāve posted before, but with it being Easter and all, itās on my mind!Ā
iāve had a complicated relationship with religion for the majority of my life. i was raised in the bible belt, so i found myself in a church pew, singing hymns and listening to a southern old man preach for an hour almost every sunday morning from the time i was a toddler.Ā
that being said, i wrestled with the idea of God quite a bit - i saw and experienced the hypocrisy and hurt within the church - i think i almost tried to get rid of Him; if being with Him meant i was grouped in with these people, i needed to get away. however, i then realized he would not leave me. he was knocking at my door; heād always been there, and he always would be. he didnāt shame, scold, or abandon me like i expected because of the people that surrounded me. in my most painful moments, i found myself crying out to him - i decided to finally go, āsure, letās see what youāve gotā. i believe that to be one of the best things iāve ever done for myself. time and time again, iāve started to worry about how a certain situation might go, gone āok, you take this oneā, and it has worked out more beautifully than it ever wouldāve had i tried to handle it on my own. even better are the times that something has landed in my lap that i couldāve never imagined would. sometimes, i go back and look at the little moments in my life that have gotten me to where i am now, and i think, āwow, God was there.āĀ
and you know, maybe it is all coincidence and all of these are just the little wonders of life, but i find it quite amazing and comforting to believe that there is a being of the highest power (whatever or whoever that may be for you) that loves you and genuinely wants the best for you. i think believing in something is simply a human trait; itās a healthy thing for us to do. sometimes you need to hand your anxieties over to the universe. sometimes you see the sun hit something in just the right way, hear a certain song, or notice how perfectly the human body is built to hug or hold hands, and youāre smacked in the face with the thought that there must be a creator. our souls should not have to feel that they are alone and bound to this earth and thatās it. it gives us something to strive to be like and live for.
having the freedom to believe in what we want to is such a beautiful thing, whether you choose to have faith in something or not. i think this is something i could go on about for much longer, so iām going to try and stop it here. there is so much wonder and whimsy in believing in something, and i think itās worth exploring. iām not even sure if thereās an actual point to all of this, but thatās it. thatās the rec!