I have found myself in church the last two sundays. That is not a ritual in my practice but I have felt compelled to be in a community of believers. The message of inclusivity at All Saints Church resonates with me and the familiar traditions of the Lord’s prayer and offering peace to your neighbors comforts me right now. It reminds me of being a child and going to church with my grandmother. During my childhood and adolescence I questioned religion and most of those who followed doctrine blindly. I still do, but my faith is strong.
The sermon was about having a mustard seed of faith and the belief that it will grow to be extraordinary.
I have been journaling forever, but my favorite journal is called tending the garden of your mind. It has been an incredibly powerful tool in pulling my weeds and planting good seeds. Through the practice of writing I have been able to notice negative thoughts and false beliefs about myself and life. It has also helped me define dreams and passions and cultivate my creativity. My spirituality is a practice in self love, forgiveness, faith, and believing in the good of the world and the abundance it offers to us all.
My mustard seed is that my love will multiply and I will be placed where I am needed most. That my life will be about unconditional giving and grace. This one wild and precious life is a gift. Contribute, create, give, love, help, assist, or do whatever brings you joy. That is the mustard seed that can expand the ordinary to the extraordinary, from good to great, from fear to faith, and lost to LOVED.
Peace be with you.
