As I move through the scriptures, I feel right. Not as in I'm correct, but I feel like I was meant for this... Life. That somehow I am on the right path.
It's been very strange, this whole God thing. 'Spirituality.' I look on it from different direction than before. Yet in my mind, I still have my old understandings. I can evaluate myself from that old standard.
God is very real, very active in my life. It's strange, but there are times where he is more active than anything else. Those of you looking at this from the outside of Christianity may not get this at all, but God speaks to His children. It's as if whole world becomes a divine comedy, a playground for me to play in. Little things line up, and even the flowers begin to have meaning.
Today, I was reading Psalm 119. It is incredible how close you can feel to a writer thousands of years dead. I can imagine my dad having written this. Or read this.
The hopes, the pain, the internal strife. The understanding of helplessness, yet the anticipation of blessings. The sheer willingness to submit to God, and the cry for help in doing so. The seeking, the longing for closeness. The humanity.
We are human.
You are human. You reading this. Somehow you've already touched my soul. You have shared in my feelings. Perhaps you have my hopes. I know we both want to happy.
We all dream of peace. So walk, walk along with me. ;-)