Hello, dear friends. Sorry I missed posting last week. I am so busy trying to finish this book I’m writing about my teenage years when I was lost and frightened and on my own.
I think we all feel that way sometimes and don’t realize that we aren’t alone. God is always with us.
But what if you don’t believe in God? What if you feel like God isn’t there for you or doesn’t care? Once upon a time, I screamed at God for not helping me. I was enraged. She just stood there as silent, unhelpful, solid, and unmovable as the tree at which I screamed.
I felt no help then, but how do I know that tree didn’t help me just by standing ground, by receiving my anger?
Believing in God, believing we are loved is a decision, a choice. It opens our hearts to the possibility of healing and hope. It is a choice I make every day to love and be loved, to feel whatever shows up–sorrow, rage, hope, joy, love.
Listen carefully to your heart. If it aches, pour that ache out to God and or some healing soul.
Take heart, have hope. Spirit will guide you.
“Listen, listen, listen to my heart’s song.
Listen, listen, listen to my heart’s song.
I will never forget you.
I will never forsake you.
I will never forget you.
I will never forsake you.”
Write to me; I will listen.