My mom is a woman of great faith, and she has often talked about hearing things from God or the Virgin Mary. I’ve had one experience in which I believe God or the Holy Spirit spoke to me, and while I know I could be wrong, I believe I’m right. I think I had another one of those experiences last night.
Tag: Faith
How Did I Get Here?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Stranded.”
If I am stranded in a foreign place with no money and no friends, just for a day, what do I do? I love that idea. Fortunately, I have traveled solo enough to know the truth behind the proverb that God watches over babes and pilgrims.
The First Time I Walked On Trembling Feet – Wee One’s Birth Story
As I’ve written before, I had reservations when I got pregnant about actually having a baby, but after prayer and meditation, I began to believe that parenting was something I could do, something that I would even want to do and that I needed to have faith. In God. In myself. In her. In other people.
Her delivery was the first (the hardest?) application of this faith.
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Processing Change Through A Painting
It begins and ends with love.
When I first learned I was pregnant, I was lost; overwhelmed by swirling thoughts of anxiety and fear. I sought insight from dear friends and internet strangers, and one idea from these searches struck me: No matter the fear or anxiety or dread I felt, this Wee One was created by the stong and beautiful love I am lucky enough to share with Cohiba.
A True Story of Thanks: Pay It Forward – Never Too Late
For this Thanksgiving day in the U.S., I take the time to thank someone I’ve never met, someone without whom nothing of the past 17 years would have been possible.
Dear Angel –
That’s your name, right? That was the name you had in the police report, according to the young officer who spoke with my mother.
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The First of Many Motherhood Questions
How am I gonna teach my child about God?
This is something that’s been on my mind since I found out I was pregnant. I feel like I have a duty to teach my child about God, but I am NOT taking her to church.
Favorite Rituals (and Nothing Gets Slaughtered)
Sacred: “means revered due to association with (with something) considered worthy of spiritual respect or devotion; or inspiring are or reverence”
I believe that all rituals, religious or otherwise, are sacred. Rituals connect us to a deeper current within humanity, something we are all connected to, and I think that current is God, or part of God. So I love rituals, though I don’t often focus or think about their place in my life. Therefore, I’m glad to think about them in this (albeit late) response to a daily prompt.
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“Do you wanna hang out?” Ummm…
Whether or not I feel energized after spending time with a group of people depends on the group of people, the energy in the group, and whether they’re givers or takers.
There was a group of mostly women that I met and made art with once a month. We all had art journals and passed them around, working in each other’s books. Most of us were social workers/lawyers/lobbyists/public health workers, and we talked a lot about ideas and social justice. We were around the same age, a few with children, most not, and differing faiths. Being with them was amazing
Under the Covers
In response to the Daily Prompt in which we are asked to : Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality — or lack of — for the first time.
I love this prompt. I love this topic and I love God, a loving God who has always been with me, no matter what I did or railed against them.
Like anyone, I imagine, I’ve had a twisted path to this God.
