When I was four or five years into my journey of seeking still more spiritual growth, I belonged to a group that gathered every Sunday evening at 7:00 to share spiritually.
Every Sunday I would say the exact same thing, that being, "I just want the feeling of God in my life." Every Sunday. Same thing.
Came the Sunday when one of the guys, who had a mental history of playing out there amongst the stars, apparently had heard enough of my want. At his turn he shared: "I have had the feeling of God in my life. I have talked with God. I have met God face-to-face...and every time it's happened, I've been in a straightjacket on my way to a mental hospital." Which, of course, cracked everybody up including me.
I still call his name blessed for without that flat-out reality check, I could very well still be going around thinking, if not saying, "I just want the feeling of God in my life."
And guess what? On occasion I can still have that feeling, that I'm-missing-a-God-something feeling.
I have learned to consider that just another crack in my life...the cracks being the defects in me that neither time nor trial have dealt with. These defects have been called the cracks that let in God's light which description I love, so I welcome them by knowing them as my blessings.
That also brings my star-skipping friend to mind, and I ease myself back from the ether.
Thank you.
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