The following blogpost is excerpted from my Sunday lecture at the Church of the Living Spirit this morning.
Part One: Losing Sight of God
As many of you know, I am a new mother and I’m learning as much as I can about the experience. I am learning about Love and Thought and the Divine.
My little boy has started to crawl so he is not as much of a lap baby now. He sits up nicely and can play for a little while by himself. And occasionally, he looks up from playing and giggling to find me smiling up at him and other times I’m across the room.
When he doesn’t see me right away, he starts looking around frantically. Where is my Mommy? (Mommy in this scenario means: person who birthed me who I expect to carry me constantly with the strength of ten camels, feed me on cue, comfort me immediately, and love me unconditionally.)
He has temporarily lost sight of me and he knows this is not good, not okay, not natural. And he cries out and allow me to translate for you “Mommy where are you? I need you. I am part of you and you are part of me. Come back into my sight and hold my soul to yours.”
I know this is a passing phase in babyhood as he learns more about his independence and his abilities, but this new soul in my life got me thinking about how sometimes as adults we lose sight of God and sometimes we lose sight of our soul, our path.
Maybe losing sight of God is an important step in the journey to rediscovering that which was always there.
Part One: Losing Sight of God
As many of you know, I am a new mother and I’m learning as much as I can about the experience. I am learning about Love and Thought and the Divine.
My little boy has started to crawl so he is not as much of a lap baby now. He sits up nicely and can play for a little while by himself. And occasionally, he looks up from playing and giggling to find me smiling up at him and other times I’m across the room.
When he doesn’t see me right away, he starts looking around frantically. Where is my Mommy? (Mommy in this scenario means: person who birthed me who I expect to carry me constantly with the strength of ten camels, feed me on cue, comfort me immediately, and love me unconditionally.)
He has temporarily lost sight of me and he knows this is not good, not okay, not natural. And he cries out and allow me to translate for you “Mommy where are you? I need you. I am part of you and you are part of me. Come back into my sight and hold my soul to yours.”
I know this is a passing phase in babyhood as he learns more about his independence and his abilities, but this new soul in my life got me thinking about how sometimes as adults we lose sight of God and sometimes we lose sight of our soul, our path.
Maybe losing sight of God is an important step in the journey to rediscovering that which was always there.
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