The only real profound truth in this life is the reality of being. Too many are busy doing, while life is passing by without notice. Every once in a while a truth will strike their minds, but only partially. It happens when a forced moment of still happens. Many times, this moment is right before their eyes close to the other dimension of sleep.
It’s tragic how we each find ourselves continuously working to provide our family with the simple necessities of life, as well as a few desires of their hearts. We get caught up in the drive to achieve more. We endure each success and failure with solid confidence in our struggle to attaining our goals. And as we further another step, gaining more, we feel the more we get ahead, the more we fall behind.
After a long day working, our entrance home is greeted with the little ones and our other half. Sometimes a smile is spread across our face, other times we try to hide our inner turmoil. But they know there is something wrong. No matter what we do, they know.
This consistent up and down, left and right, good and bad, success and failure; these push us to search for God, or a faith which can answer the question to why we always feel empty inside. I’ve tried many times to find the truth in "God". I’ve tried searching through many denominations in the Christian faith. I’ve tried to find the truth in leaders, and came up empty handed each time.
I’ve read through the scriptures in several versions; compared and contrasted verses and passages in search for something to help bring me closer to truth. I’ve prayed and meditated. I’ve cried and I've cried out. But each time I did, I found nothing.
I know there has to be something, because there wouldn’t be this – this reality.
Is it to find my own way? Is it to follow my own feelings? But religion teaches us feelings can be wrong, where faith can’t be. I refuse to have faith in someone or something not having enough faith in me to reveal truth. And so I continue to search.
But every now and then, when nothing is running through my mind; when I find myself being, I can feel a partial revelation of this truth. I know there are those reading this who know too this instance. I know for a fact; I am not the only one having this –
Iteration of thought
It’s tragic how we each find ourselves continuously working to provide our family with the simple necessities of life, as well as a few desires of their hearts. We get caught up in the drive to achieve more. We endure each success and failure with solid confidence in our struggle to attaining our goals. And as we further another step, gaining more, we feel the more we get ahead, the more we fall behind.
After a long day working, our entrance home is greeted with the little ones and our other half. Sometimes a smile is spread across our face, other times we try to hide our inner turmoil. But they know there is something wrong. No matter what we do, they know.
This consistent up and down, left and right, good and bad, success and failure; these push us to search for God, or a faith which can answer the question to why we always feel empty inside. I’ve tried many times to find the truth in "God". I’ve tried searching through many denominations in the Christian faith. I’ve tried to find the truth in leaders, and came up empty handed each time.
I’ve read through the scriptures in several versions; compared and contrasted verses and passages in search for something to help bring me closer to truth. I’ve prayed and meditated. I’ve cried and I've cried out. But each time I did, I found nothing.
I know there has to be something, because there wouldn’t be this – this reality.
Is it to find my own way? Is it to follow my own feelings? But religion teaches us feelings can be wrong, where faith can’t be. I refuse to have faith in someone or something not having enough faith in me to reveal truth. And so I continue to search.
But every now and then, when nothing is running through my mind; when I find myself being, I can feel a partial revelation of this truth. I know there are those reading this who know too this instance. I know for a fact; I am not the only one having this –
Iteration of thought
