I journal my life so I can make sense of it. I journal as a way to be at one with God, my
thoughts a prayer, a meditation, the part of me that belongs to God. In yoga we
end our practice sessions with the word “Namaste,” which means “I bow to the
God within you, which is also the God within me.” I believe God resides in me
and when I pay attention to what God wants me to do, when I allow myself to
respond to what He requires of me, by paying attention, I live in harmony with
my truth, given by God. Christ is a powerful image of God walking amongst us,
the most perfect human being, but I recognize God, the Lord of all peoples no
matter how they pray, as my Lord. I
wonder if I really am a Christian. My Christianity is inclusive, not just of
other people, but their beliefs. My Christianity expands outside The New Testament. My Christianity
wonders whether some of the stories were contrived to make us believe. My
Christianity does not like to be made to believe in anything because my heart
is open and it has a direct line to God. I sort this out in my journal. And I repeat, over and over again, “God be
with me as I open up my heart.”
