Fearing to soaring

He was there the entire

time

Jumping, leaping, trusting, fearing... and finally soaring.

Putting faith in the Spirit of the Universe is what I’ve always done... NOT.

When I was a kid, God was an old dude with a long beard and a white robe.

Kind of intimidating, all “judgy.” (If that’s even a word)

As a teenager, I fought against the idea of God. 

I wandered for years with a “borrowed belief” that I was grateful for, yet that belief was not sustainable.

Then events happened which nearly drove me over the edge of reality, and that man with the long beard was not relatable.

And so, on my knees in the heat of the moment, I surrendered.

I asked for Him to reveal Himself or Herself or Itself to me.

My closed, contained idea was too limiting.

I needed the energy of the One who can speak the entire universe into being.

I knew that Spirit was bigger, more magnificent than any belief I had up to that point, and that’s who I required.

As promised, the Spirit of the Universe was there the entire time. All I had to do was ask.