My kind of Church.

I don’t talk about my beliefs often or with many people. Instead, I prefer to live out my truth. You see, anyone can talk. Reciting all the things they’ve heard or are expected to say. It’s a lot harder to actually to put your actions where your mouth is.

What I know for sure is that I screw up, I make mistakes, and I sure as hell don’t have all the answers. But I am finding my way.

Some of you will understand, and some won’t. But either way, I am who I am, and maybe who I am and what I believe will resonate with someone else.

I don’t consider myself religious, but I am spiritual. I believe in God, but I don’t believe that any one organized religion has all the answers right. Even if the religion or institution is inspired by God, we are all still human. We place our own opinions, beliefs, and judgment into them distorting what His plan is.

I had a conversation with a friend who had this brilliant analogy: God’s plan for your life is like playing Super Mario Brothers. Your path is laid out ahead of you, you have choices and can make mistakes along the way, but, overall it’s a pretty straight line. As you go along, and you get to these obstacles, you are given to tools you need to succeed. A mushroom to make you big and strong here, or a foxtail to help you glide along there. Even the occasional turtle shell to help you defeat your big and scary opponents. At the end of the day, it’s up to you to decide if you will see and utilize the tools He gives you, or if you will ignore all the amazing gifts He puts along our path.

I don’t believe all of those tools or stepping stones are the same for each person, and no one but you knows what helps you.

So rather than relying on an organization, I choose to rely on God and seek Him out where I can feel connected to Him. That doesn’t mean I never go to a church, or that I don’t get anything out of it. Rather, it means I find God in other places.

I find God in nature. In the movement of the water, the rough bark of a tree, the wind whispering through the leaves in the forest, the feel of grass and mud beneath my feet, the sound of birds chirping in the distance and the warmth of the sun on my skin. He created all of those things, and He made them for us to love, appreciate, and enjoy. Those are the moments I feel God in an undeniable way. I can’t get that out of a building.

So instead of sitting in a building every single weekend, I will take the time to go where I can feel the energy of the earth, the peace my crystals bring to me, the sun filling the cracks of my heart, and absorb the quiet while I read from a book that feeds my soul, helps me heal and become the person I want to be.

For me, God is bigger than a church. He is bigger than religion. And He is far bigger than we can even begin to comprehend.

So, I will continue to seek God in my own kind of church, even if the world thinks I’m crazy.

Sunshine, a riverbank, coffee, crystals, and a good book. That’s my favorite kind of church.

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