Sweet couple walking, JENNIFER
While folding clothes, I asked myself, “What am I looking for?”
My heart answered, “God.”
While washing the dishes, I asked myself, “What do you want?”
My heart answered, “God.”
I don’t know what I expected. I’m an artist…I figured I wanted to sell my work again. I worked at being a business coach/strategist…I figured I wanted clients who I could help create strategies that would help them be successful. I needed money, so I figured I wanted more money. I only asked because felt an ache of longing, I was tired of trying ideas, and it made sense to just ask.
I didn’t expect to hear “God.”
“God” is a loaded word for me. Really, I wanted to want anything but God, ha! It conjures up rituals and songs that I loved as a kid. God is the smell of frankincense and myrrh at Christmas time. It also conjures up years of confusion that led me to a pretty cult-like and dangerous “church.” In that space the slimy old politics of gender were allowed to play out as god-given roles. Swearing, drinking, having more money than just enough…there were so many grounds for God to bust out a can of righteous, keel-your-whole-family levels of whoop-ass.
I was told my over-thinking and questioning would get me “sent to Hell.” I was afraid. But it also was so strict that my 20-something self felt like I had boundaries that I could assert in the name of faith — even if those boundaries seriously damaged precious relationships with my friends and family.
So why was my heart longing for God, when I was pretty much through with that concept?
Deep connectedness, love, togetherness, ease, flow, beauty, honesty, grief — all of this is God to me… or God is in them all.
God is in witnessing the sweet couple walking down the street, holding hands.
God is in the feel of Cleveland humidity against my skin, while my busy dog sniffs and tries to eat things that make me cringe.
God is in the tears so many of us cried for Trayvon Martin’s family and the survivors of the Boston attack, who have to look at their attackers face on the cover of a magazine.
God in the actions we take to protect each other and love each other.
Funny enough, Mastin Kipp, CEO of The Daily Love, has a thing called Heart Therapy, that is pretty much the same as what I did. Here, he’s talking about it with Kate Northrup.
Everybody’s heart can tell them what they want.
What’s your heart saying?
xoxo,
Jen