That, sadly, is no longer the case. A number of years ago cracks began appearing in the shrine of my faith. It has been only recently that I have been able to expose those cracks, express my doubts out loud. Now I am on a quest to find the answers to my questions, the antidote for my doubt. I am prepared to be led where my search takes me.
Earlier this evening I felt like the Wicked Witch of the West's flying monkeys were in my head plucking out all my stuffing cackling with delight! Really, I could hear it. The monkeys are gone now and I know I need to document my spiritual journey ( I apologize for the cliche, but I can't think of a better word for it right now.). I feel compelled to start with my earliest memories of experiences linked to religion, it's practice, and my exposure to things of a sacred nature.
I cannot guarantee daily submissions, but I do commit to once a week. Perhaps putting my thoughts in writing will help me sort through them and find that which is worth keeping. Amen.
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