This is the fourth in a series of snippets from my memoir, Writing Me Back to Mat(t)er* (a working title). Please let me know what resonates with you.
Across the years small whispers from this place of wisdom have sung to my own searching soul. When I came home from Bible camp in tears one year because I could not believe our church was the only one who had The Truth, she calmed my anger and fear by admitting she had never thought so either. Years later, she was the first I had heard compare God to an energy into which we plug. And to my concern that I could no longer pray, she replied with the words that changed the course of my life, “You pray every day – your journal is a form of prayer.”