Though I grew up without a title to place on my spiritual beliefs, I always knew what faith meant, and certainly what it felt like. As a child, faith was in the cool summer evening, as I ran barefoot across the lawn to cup my hands about a flickering firefly. It was feeling the sharp winds of autumn as my feet crunched through vibrantly colored leaves, and my neck snuggled deeper into my scarf. Faith was listening to the furnace creak on in the silent chill of my bedroom, knowing that just outside my window sparkly flakes fell softly. And it was the smell of spring, when the wet earth gave way to a fresh season of life. I recognized my spirit simply as a feeling; a fiery tingling deep in my gut that told me when I was experiencing a moment of greatness...
Nov
03
What faith feels like
Marissa Kubinyak 11/03/08
Though I grew up without a title to place on my spiritual beliefs, I always knew what faith meant, and certainly what it felt like. As a child, faith was in the cool summer evening, as I ran barefoot across the lawn to cup my hands about a flickering firefly. It was feeling the sharp winds of autumn as my feet crunched through vibrantly colored leaves, and my neck snuggled deeper into my scarf. Faith was listening to the furnace creak on in the silent chill of my bedroom, knowing that just outside my window sparkly flakes fell softly. And it was the smell of spring, when the wet earth gave way to a fresh season of life. I recognized my spirit simply as a feeling; a fiery tingling deep in my gut that told me when I was experiencing a moment of greatness...
CATEGORY: Religion and Spirituality