Belief – A Spiritual Journey

What does it mean to believe? According to Webster’s Dictionary, it means: “to accept the truth of what is said” or “to accept something as true, genuine, or real” or “to have a firm conviction as to the goodness, efficacy, or ability of something”.

There was a time in my life when I believed in Nothing, and sadly, I believed in No One.  Some not-so-good decisions that went against the very core of who I am, left me feeling totally devastated and alone.

Growing up with a belief system that was very ritualistic, involved going to a particular church each week for what seemed to be no reason, listening to seemingly unusable even useless information; and words written so long ago made no sense to me at the time and left me searching for God and my own spiritual beliefs.  Lost in the things that made up a Sunday service, trying to find a way to access this Higher Power, I struggled to even imagine the loving God I wanted to know. That church and my father were telling a different story about God.

Asking questions never led to definitive answers, only the “fill-in-the-blanks” needed for answering questions on a test. According to the Nuns, I didn’t need to know the reasons why or what the answer really meant, I just needed to know the answer. After a while, I gave up on trying to get the answers and was numbed out by the rhetoric while still kept the weekly ritual of going to church because my parents said I had to or there would fire and brimstone-sized consequences.  I wanted to know God and prayed for someone, anyone, who would make some sense of it all.

Eventually, I made a decision to not go to church anymore… let’s leave the reaction from my father out of this. Devout in his belief, even he couldn’t give me the answers I searched for.  My parents baptized us, we made First Holy Communion and were Confirmed in the church. That’s where all the questions came in. Not knowing where to begin and beyond frustration, I didn’t know what to believe or even what my parents believed, particularly my father, beyond the rituals God wasn’t something he really talked about.

So, the search and study of a variety of religions began.  As I stretched my mind and opened my heart, I realized my search wasn’t just about looking for God, I wanted a relationship with God and the ability to feel His presence, comfort, and guidance that people I knew, who believed, would describe. To be able to believe in something bigger than me; to feel that someone or something was somehow in control of my life, and loved me was my heart’s desire because my life was so out of control.

My marriage to an abusive alcoholic man was surely a dead end. I knew the day of the wedding I had made a mistake. The feeling in my gut said, “Whoa,” and years later, it became clear that the warning I felt and even heard, was a nudge from God, the loving God I now understand and is part of my everyday life. Eventually, life had become unbearable and finally giving up the belief that the abuse was punishment for not listening to the nudge at the altar, I cried out to the God I had been searching for.

What I now believe is not about religion, but a relationship with God. Life is centered on the relationships we build, the people we believe in, and the trust that comes from belief in someone or something. For me, spirituality is about having a relationship with God, not religious doctrine, and rituals, but a personal relationship and the choice to believe.

When we are grounded in a belief system, whether it be in the God of your understanding, the universe, or whatever you connect with as a Higher Power, there is a certain “grounding” that happens, a confidence and love that is indescribable. For me, finding and connecting to that source was the real beginning of my spiritual growth. It was from that place of connection I had longed for that finally brought me to discover who I really am, what my gifts are and so much more.

Yes, I go to church and it’s much different than the church of my youth. Journaling and reading the Bible are part of my daily routine, not because I have to in order to win some points, but because it’s where I spend time with God. That’s how we build relationships, isn’t it? We spend time with those we love. My time with God brings me peace, confidence, courage, strength, and love which spills over into all the other relationships of my life. I believe God was seeking me as much, if not more than I was seeking Him.

I’ll leave you with one of my favorite verses. “With God all things are possible,” Matthew 19:26. I believe that.

Are you on a spiritual journey? You are invited to share in the comments below.

With Gratitude and Blessings!

 

 

4 Responses to Belief – A Spiritual Journey

  • Teresa your blog brought tears to my eyes. We are all in search of our Higher Power, and self as well. Sometimes it is by connecting with self after bouncing off the bottom of the Barrel of Life that we suddenly realize it is God who is reaching down and offering to lift us up. Thank you for sharing your beautiful story. I wish to invite you to be my Guest Blogger in Patheos.com, one of the largest spiritual and religious blogs in the world.

  • I love your comment that “Spirituality is about a relationship, not religion or doctrine…” Glad you discovered Yourself. You shine with courage and soul!

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