I keep a journal ... sometimes I moan about things, but I try to keep that to a minimum mostly because I believe that we can create our reality through our words, thoughts, and emotions.

This morning I was compelled to write about my love for God.  As I wrote, I knew I would share it with the world.

There was a time when I held back, but I'm not hiding anymore.  I don't care anymore whether or not people believe me.  I don't care anymore if they judge me.  I only care to share the Love and understanding that has been given to me through the Grace of God.

Those who know me personally know that I am not a religious person, but they also know that my Faith and my belief in God is strong.  For those who do not know me personally, I will tell you that I use Christian terminology because that is how I came to know God.  That does not mean that I subscribe to only the Christian way of expressing my love for our Creator.

Here is my journal entry this morning:

I love my life.  I love my home.  I am so incredibly grateful for everything; for God's help all throughout my life.

I have not had the easiest life, but God has always been there for me ... All Ways.  There is no-one in my life who has done more for me, or given more to me than He Who Knows and Is All Things.  Not my mother, father, brothers, sister, or boyfriends ... Only God.

I guess this is my tribute to HIm, my gratefulness & Love written for all to see, for all to know ... perhaps it is my way of glorifying Him.

As I write this tears well up in my eyes ... tears of gratitude, tears of Love.  Yes, tears from a feeling of Love and Gratitude so deep that no matter what I write or what I say, the words will never be able to convey the depth of my Love for Him, for He Who Has No Name.


I have talked to HIm for as long as I can remember.  I have loved HIm for as long as I can recall.  He has always listened and I have all-ways felt His Love for me.  I have never really questioned Him.

I have always accepted His Way, understanding that there is a divine Re-A-Son for everything.  Altho' I have not always understood why things happened, I have always had faith that there was a reason and that He was watching over me.

Okay, Truth ... there may have been a few times where I wondered or questioned the pain, and I would cry out similarly to Jesus' lament, "Oh God, why hast thou forsaken me?"  Those moments were brief and I knew that He hadn't forsaken me, that He was right there with me, comforting me.

In a way, my life has been dedicated to God since I was a little girl.  At the age of 15, I discovered Jesus; I felt his love and his sacrifice, and I accepted him as my savior.  I was re-baptized in water as a "born again Christian".    Yet, even before that time, I knew that God was there ... somewhere ... and I searched for Him.

As a young girl I had often thought of becoming a nun because I loved Him so much that I wanted to dedicate my life to Him.

My feelings of love and my desire to dedicate my life to Him were not born of mankind's attempt to indoctrinate me into a religious belief system.  My love for Him was born because I could feel Him and His Love for me ... always ... even before I could understand that it was Him I was feeling.

I don't care what religions or cultures call Him ... I understand that language and customs can be barriers between brothers and sisters if we allow them to be ... God Is Love.  If we understand that, then we are all praying to the same Creator.

I believe in Jesus.  He is my brother; through him I was reborn to see things more clearly.  He gave me "The Way" in which to express my love for God, Our Father.

I don't know if he was truly born of an immaculate conception, and it doesn't matter to me.  What I do know is that he is a great Teacher ... I know that it was through him that I found my way to God.

Can someone find their way to God without going through Jesus?  I believe the answer is both 'yes and no'.


I know that it is written that 'No one comes to the Father but through me.'    If it is taken literally, then it means that one would have to convert to Christianity in order to find & to know God.    And yet, I know many people who have found Him in other religions.  They call Him/Her by different names and they worship and pray in various ways.

As I write this, I hear a whisper that says, "They have come unto me because they have come through their hearts.  They have come through their desire to know the Truth that dwells within them."


I believe that Jesus was the embodiment of God's Love.  That when it was said that we must go through him to reach God, it was meant that we must go through our hearts, through Love.    So, the 'name' itself is unimportant ... it is The Way that matters ... through the heart.

Someone, somewhere, in the history of Christianity must have understood the same thing because one of the common depictions associated with Jesus is the HEART.    For me, that means that we can only know God if we go through our Heart.  I also believe that there is a similar meaning in the phrase that we must 'become like children in order to enter the Kinddom of Heaven'.   Children love without conditions.

The Creator is genderless and the name is nowhere near as important as the feeling of Great Love.

We are all children of the One Great Mystery.