've been feeling a lot different lately.
I've felt this shift - a big shift - in my life.
A few weeks ago, I woke up one morning, and it was as if my eyes had been opened for the first time.
The sun was shining more brightly than it ever had before. The wind was sweeter than any other drafts I had ever felt.
Everything was alive...
... I was alive.
Let me explain this more clearly. I've felt as though Jesus has reached out His hand to me. I've never been a person of faith, but I have always been a spiritual person.
Ha ha, confusing? Let me explain even further.
I've always been in tune to the spiritual rhythms going on around me. The wind flows around me like a current, and I can feel an energy surround me.
I'm big on surrounding myself with positive things. Negative people and things just clog up good feelings. Of course, there are times you cannot avoid negativity; a loved one getting sick, for example, is something you can't avoid.
I find myself looking for guidance.
I find myself feeling loved. I find myself seeing everything so beautiful, and nothing ugly.
I went to one of the most beautiful places close to my house to pray to Jesus for his help.
I sat by the river and held my knees to my chest. I brought my hands, intertwined, to my face. I asked Him to help me figure out these things I was feeling. I asked Him to show me a sign of His light, proof that what I was feeling wasn't nothing. I asked Him to guide me, to show me what to do to feel fulfilled. I told Him I didn't want this feeling to end. I felt so full of His light.
I prayed long, and I prayed deep. I wrote a little about what I was feeling. I read some books that I brought with me that I felt would help me along. Eventually, I packed up my belongings and started walking further down the trail that I had ever walked before. I walked so far that the sounds of the rapids were nothing but a distant memory. The only sound was the trickling of a small stream bubbling over rocks and twigs, joining up with the larger river, and the beautiful sounds of birds.
Soon, I came to a point where I met another path. This path would undoubtably lead back towards the beginning of the original trail, but it called to me. The leaves were so green, and the way the sun shined over the path was nothing short of intoxicating. I followed.
Here, I felt a kind of energy I've never felt before. The air around be became so full of nature's noises. I raised my head up to look at the blue sky through the perfect green arch the trees and plants had created around me. I breathed in deep. I lifted my arms to the sky, asking for His love to rain on me. My finger tips tickled at the touch of the tops of the emerald leaves. I smiled. I felt blessed.
As I thought the path did lead me back to the rapids. I sat there at the end of an old abandoned stone wall. If I were any taller, my feet would have been able to touch the water. I wrote some more, and I watched the setting sun.
It seems impossible that such a beautiful place was created without a higher power.
I feel His presence within me, and I don't want Him to leave now.
Please tell me, if anyone ever reads this: Am I crazy? Or is it possible that the Jesus really has reached out to me? Please help me!
I've felt this shift - a big shift - in my life.
A few weeks ago, I woke up one morning, and it was as if my eyes had been opened for the first time.
The sun was shining more brightly than it ever had before. The wind was sweeter than any other drafts I had ever felt.
Everything was alive...
... I was alive.
Let me explain this more clearly. I've felt as though Jesus has reached out His hand to me. I've never been a person of faith, but I have always been a spiritual person.
Ha ha, confusing? Let me explain even further.
I've always been in tune to the spiritual rhythms going on around me. The wind flows around me like a current, and I can feel an energy surround me.
I'm big on surrounding myself with positive things. Negative people and things just clog up good feelings. Of course, there are times you cannot avoid negativity; a loved one getting sick, for example, is something you can't avoid.
I find myself looking for guidance.
I find myself feeling loved. I find myself seeing everything so beautiful, and nothing ugly.
I went to one of the most beautiful places close to my house to pray to Jesus for his help.
I sat by the river and held my knees to my chest. I brought my hands, intertwined, to my face. I asked Him to help me figure out these things I was feeling. I asked Him to show me a sign of His light, proof that what I was feeling wasn't nothing. I asked Him to guide me, to show me what to do to feel fulfilled. I told Him I didn't want this feeling to end. I felt so full of His light.
I prayed long, and I prayed deep. I wrote a little about what I was feeling. I read some books that I brought with me that I felt would help me along. Eventually, I packed up my belongings and started walking further down the trail that I had ever walked before. I walked so far that the sounds of the rapids were nothing but a distant memory. The only sound was the trickling of a small stream bubbling over rocks and twigs, joining up with the larger river, and the beautiful sounds of birds.
Soon, I came to a point where I met another path. This path would undoubtably lead back towards the beginning of the original trail, but it called to me. The leaves were so green, and the way the sun shined over the path was nothing short of intoxicating. I followed.
Here, I felt a kind of energy I've never felt before. The air around be became so full of nature's noises. I raised my head up to look at the blue sky through the perfect green arch the trees and plants had created around me. I breathed in deep. I lifted my arms to the sky, asking for His love to rain on me. My finger tips tickled at the touch of the tops of the emerald leaves. I smiled. I felt blessed.
As I thought the path did lead me back to the rapids. I sat there at the end of an old abandoned stone wall. If I were any taller, my feet would have been able to touch the water. I wrote some more, and I watched the setting sun.
It seems impossible that such a beautiful place was created without a higher power.
I feel His presence within me, and I don't want Him to leave now.
Please tell me, if anyone ever reads this: Am I crazy? Or is it possible that the Jesus really has reached out to me? Please help me!
