Once upon a time there lived a tiny princess. She weighed less than two pounds and could barely breathe on her own. But she had superpowers. Looking at her filled my heart with so much love, it almost burst. For the first three months of her life, her home, a noisy hospital incubator, echoed with the constant tingle of bells and rhythmic beeps.
One day as I stared at the tiny princess, a soothing warmth came over me. Yes, it was love. She is, after all, my granddaughter. But there was also something much stronger. It was God. I had always believed in his existence, yet in that moment I realized I hadn’t sensed his presence for a while. What I needed was a spiritual transfusion.
I poured myself into knowing him again. I remembered my experiences as a young girl. A time when I knelt in prayer on a scratchy carpet until my knees stung. A time when I’d sat in church clapping and listening to gospel hymns soar up to the heavens.
After I visited my granddaughter at the hospital, I’d come home to pray and meditate. In the stillness, I stopped viewing God as an intellectual spirit living in my head. He became a close friend. Someone I shared my most intimate thoughts with once again. Though our conversations I discovered a spiritual connection, a grace, and then finally a peace settled over my world.
The little princess soon grew strong enough to live with her mommy and daddy. The incubator is gone. The bells and beeps are silent. But she still has her superpowers. J
I debated with myself whether this post would work for a writing blog. How it is relevant? Whether it was the politically correct thing to do? But writing is all about honesty. It’s how authors share what is meaningful to them. So, I’ll leave you with this. As you enjoy each day, know faith that a higher power cradles all your hopes and dreams in his hands.