God is - Different Wins Again

I don't know if it's because I was brought up in a Christian home, a lot of my Facebook friends have "Jesus saved me type" posts with pictures of crosses or it's just a natural stirring to acknowledge what I once strongly believed. 

But Good Friday, always tugs at my heart. 

Today use to mean a lot to me and if you grew up in the 80's & 90's in a Born-Again-Christian-kinda-way, y'all know what I mean. 

Good Friday, Easter, He's ALIVE was a big deal - I mean I grew up with Crusaders, Carmen, DC Talk, WWJD bracelets & Jars of Clay. At one point I would have been in an Easter play at my gigantic-stadium-of-a-church or I would have been truly celebrating the hope, believing in what this weekend means to a Christian. 

Trust me, I get it. I do. I get feeling the passion having a faith can bring. 

But today, to me, God feels so different...


Today, I believe so differently.

"I believe that there is a God and I believe "God" is different for every single person on the planet. What a Catholic Nun feels as God, is different than what the old lady weeping in the pew feels. What a Jewish mother believes is God, is different than what a Muslim Father believes. What a Baptist Pastor knows as God, is different than what a Buddhist monk feels. What I feel, think, know as "my God" is beautiful to me because it is mine. What God is to my mother is just as beautiful because it is hers. So, maybe you find "God" in the beauty of nature, or in a song that touches you beyond words. Or maybe you feel a stirring in your heart seeing your life through your children or sitting in a pew hearing words that resonate within. Maybe you find peace in knowing yourself, being connected to something greater than yourself or in seeking out help in others. For each and every person finding "God"- that love, peace, refuge is different and I for one, love the beauty in that..."

The Pentecostal in me wants to end this post with a "He's ALIVE-all-tambourines-and-Maranatha-Music-style".

But, I'll keep it simple, and end instead with Amen.

Disclaimer because I know this subject gets personal - And gets personal real-damn-FAST!!! This is strictly my opinion on what God is to me. It's in no means any disrespect to whatever God, religion or faith you live by. It's strictly my thoughts, on my life, in my journey thus far...

Lessons in Knee Kissing...

Yesterday at a dentist appointment there was an older boy in a wheelchair in the waiting room. Pip who has absolutely no concept of personal space walked right over to him, said "Hallo" in her new British-Adele-accent & started kissing his knees that were eye level with her face. 

Sometimes the magic inside of her, really pours out when she does something like that. Not that this fella needed his knees kissed, cause really who needs that? But in the sense that this fella maybe needed some attention. It's like she focuses in on what's truly important in that moment - Toys were everywhere, a movie was playing, other people were around but she chose to focus on him. 

Which was a good wake up call to me. 

I have so very much going on - We all do. There is always so much "noise" in the background of everyday life; never-ending-to-do-lists, books to read, shows to watch, games to play, projects to complete. But we all, or at least I do, need to figure out how to turn that off at times, focus & see whose knees need some kissing...

Maybe those "knees" are family. Maybe those "knees" are a friend. Maybe those "knees" are a fear you haven't faced. Or maybe those "knees" are a dream you need to chase. 

Whatever the case try to see through the "noise" of life & get to kissing them today...