A Space for Her

I grew up knowing God. For me, She was alive and tangible, dripping with wisdom and grace, and guiding me, always. I remember curling up with Her in peace and waking up with her in joy.

As the years have gone by, though, I have found myself turning away from Her in little bits. A thought here, an idea there, until She seems like a mere whisper, a far-away idea.

Were you real?

I’d think of Her from time-to-time, but mostly, She has sat silent and away from me. It was my doing, of course, not Hers.

No. I take full responsibility for my moving away.

I’d see Her from time-to-time, a glance in the mirror, a child singing, snow falling gently, were all reminders to me of Her steadfast and eternal presence.

Lately, I have found myself seeking Her sweet song out with a deeper urgency, looking for Her in the moon and in the mountains. And I have felt Her gentle touch and pull, one that leads me into light and strength and purpose.

Always She has been…always…

No matter how many times I’ve cursed Her or turned away, She remains forever steadfast and immovable.

And now, we move again, once more, together. Perhaps it is age…but I feel like I’m on a new journey. One that is leading towards movement and healing, towards Love and acceptance.

I am ready to curl up with you, again, once more, dear old friend.

Call to Action: Seek out that space where you find the divine.