(Above: My eight lovable, naughty and delicious hooligans.)
I have a great life. It is full in nearly every way. Full of people. Full of emotions. Full of ups and downs. If I had to describe my life in one word it would probably be- FULL. Through all this fullness, inside I'm trying to sort it all out. Why I am here. What is my purpose. Am I fulfilling that purpose? Today a little, yesterday not so much. Tomorrow I hope for better...
The gospel gives us so many answers to these questions. It clears up the basics for us- who we were before we came and why we are here in this testing earth life, where we are headed after this dance is over...
But my soul yearns for specifics.
I want to know WHO I WAS before I came. What part did I play in the unfolding of this world? What promises have I made and am I living up to them?
The only way to know the answers is to allow the spirit to tell them to us. Problem is, even though I want to know the answers, my choices do a good job of telling the spirit I don't have time to listen. It seems that lately my earnestness to know if I am fulfilling the measure of my creation has made me more aware than ever of the things I am doing to quiet the spirits voice. Some days I'm not sure I know what it sounds like exactly.
I do know what it doesn't sound like. It doesn't sound like much of anything I have heard coming from the TV. Or from the radio, (though I may flip through channels looking for something good like a caught bass trying to find water.) I don't hear it when the sound of my own voice is nagging the kids or highly emotional.
I can't even hear it in my own mind when all that runs through it is the drama from the last episode of Downton.
AND NOW. Now, after years of opportunities to practice hearing the spirit- the time has come when I REALLY NEED TO KNOW FOR SURE.
This blog is an invitation. Join me on this journey.
I'm not sure where it will take me- but I love company :)
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