Sometimes I feel like an alien. It is like I do not belong on this planet. Then one day this restless feeling in my being made perfect sense. I am an alien. Not an outer space, green, flying saucer alien, but a spiritual alien. I am actually a spirit, a soul. My person-ness, my being-ness, was created in love, by love, and for love by God.
You can argue with me that there is no God. I know, in the deepest part of my soul, that there is a God. I have witnessed the divine in the smile of my baby, the sound of my husband’s whisper, the touch of my grandmother’s hand, in the crash of the ocean waves, in the stillness of silence, in the warmth of the sun, in that random act of kindness, in that inexplicable peace. I know that God is real…
and yet, some would say I am crazy and that’s okay if you think I am crazy, most of us are to some degree.
I do not care what you call God. You can call him/her God, Goddess, Higher Power, Abba, Allah, Adonai, Zeus, Odin, Infinite Mind or what ever name you choose.
God is God…
Maybe we should stop with all the “I am right and you are wrong” nonsense. Instead let’s just be mindful that we are not alone in this world, in this universe and we exist for a reason.
There is love greater than our biggest imagination and that love comes from some place outside of us beyond what we know.