I have sat for an hour with just Him and He keeps nudging me onward.
I am old compared to the kids I work with. I see the world differently. I see the anger. I see the demonstrations. I see the political unrest. The wars.
People need to know that He is still in control.
Who am I to talk? Sometimes I allow Him control. Most times I do not. Not that I don’t want it to be His way in my life. It’s just that the world comes in and its voice is so much louder. And I forget.
I truly believe God loves us all.
According to the phycological and motivator experts, believing in this higher power is childish, just an unsubstantiated belief from my childhood, passed down from my culture and parents.
I feel in the core of my heart and spirit, it is much more. But I can’t prove it. All of my proofs would be blacklisted with neoromanticism or the study of the brain. So I hold blindly to Him. Always Him. And if indeed some of the coincidental things that happen in my life will be proof as coming from the power of the brain, then I say…who created the brain. And rest my case.