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Experience

Some experiences are just too sacred and personal to share.

So why am I blogging this if I'm not going to share?

I just wanted to make the point that these things are real. It's not that I have nothing to share, it's that the nature of the thing is just to intensely personal, too sacred, too amazing to verbalize. It's much like the love you share with your spouse or your children. It's the feeling you have on those special occasions when your soul reaches the Infinite. It's the sublime realization of your own position relative to the Divine. And it's the acknowledgement of the divine within your own heart.

These experiences come frequently to me now. I relish them and I thrill at the opportunity. I am alive and I am humbled. Life is good.

And may God continue to grant me one more day to be better. May His patience and love temper my mistakes and make me a better person. May I ever seek to share this love with others.

Comments

Jeanette said…
I've just gotta say it...You're Awesome!
July 29, 2010 at 5:34 PM
Bill Cobabe said…
You're very kind, Jeanette, and a true friend. I think you're pretty awesome yourself. :-)
July 30, 2010 at 6:45 AM
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