[This is a reworked version of my post of November 23, 2016.]
Trying to put my belief into words, I found I had to compare what has come down from others to what comforts me. For instance, recently a friend spoke of God, and in her world there is no laughing and scratching with God. There is in mine. Especially when my ego, Lucy With The Football, is having her say. What better time...or reason...to love and laugh?
I like to feel God smiling at Lucy who is always trying to make an end run around him...I don't mentally picture that, I feel it. And that fits me. Same goes for Lucy...these are words in my consciousness that help me detach from my reasoning mind's analyses and get to peace.
My spirituality is what I call "Grandma Moses spirituality." I have friends whose spiritual understanding I compare to Michelangelo...soaring, breathtaking, beautiful, not to mention educated.
Mine is not that. Mine is intuitive, Grandma Moses-like...primitive in a word. Breathtaking to me just the same, but soaring?, educated? No.
It is indescribable, actually, no matter that's what I'm trying for. Which is my proof that God's hand is in it...or my hand is in his, more like.
Thank you.
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