10.10.10 (Cool, huh?)
Sierra’s color was much better this weekend. Last week I sensed her aura was off, not dark but not quite as bright as it usually is. I asked her if she hadn’t been to church lately and she admitted she hadn’t. I urged her to go. Some people need church and the fellowsip and the synergy of prayer and worship. Not so much me. I find my peace and solace in my meditation. I find my beliefs sometimes don’t mesh with formal religion. Most of the churches, at least the ones I’ve attended over the years, don’t seem to grasp there is only One. Whether He, or She, is called God, Allah, the Great Creator, or whatever other name he might be known by, He is just One. I find joy in communicating with whatever face He is wearing at the time. I feel Him in the air I breathe, the smile in my grandchild’s eye. I sense Him in the breeze that touches my skin, and see Him in the clouds in the sky.
But if I do feel the need for church and solace it offers, I usually attend this great one in Nampa called the Church of the Rock. I love the Reverand there and the unique way he blends humor with the message of God’s love. I find it a church with no judgement, only acceptance. Sometimes I need to go there because I’ve been around too much negativity and I need to clear my senses with the bright colors of love and compassion.