Why is it that I still have such a piercing fear in the pit of my stomach? It's there everyday—even though I work hard at personal and spiritual enlightenment. I know that continuing to hold onto to this fear is my choice. I read and educate myself at every opportunity. I pray and meditate. I know God loves me and I am a child of God. I believe in that philosophy wholeheartedly—even if I don't go to church. (And that's another post—so let it go for now.)
I believe that God is love and Jesus Christ is the embodiment of that love. I believe that the way to God is through love—those who have shown this way include Jesus Christ, Buddha, Krishna, Muhammed, and others. I believe we are all talking about the same thing.
It's funny. The more I write, the less fear I feel. I think you have to let go of what you fear people will think of you—especially when you're making a spiritual declaration.
Fear has been such an ongoing obstacle in my life. I've had times when I've been frozen in fear. I couldn't do anything—even talk to anyone. Fear was always in the way. I've always been afraid of what other people think of me. I'm not good enough. I'm too fat. I'm ugly. But there's always been another side of that coin. I knew that I wasn't stupid. I knew that I could do more than I was doing. And there have been times that I did do more. And that's another blog post, too.
Blogger is screwing up right now. So I'm going to post this, and come back later. Sorry.