Being Breath

stories from the wilderness of everyday life

Thoughts of God

It was that kind of morning with the kids.  


My 4 year old daughter broke into a wild fit because her hair kept falling into her eyes when she bent over.  I had to repeat to both my 4 and 7 year olds - countless times - "get dressed, brush your teeth.  Just get ready!".  

My faith doesn't necessarily include a God who sits up in the clouds and watches us.  But sometimes I like to think of God like this.  

And I wonder if this is how she feels.


Head in her hands, sighing over and over, watching us throw our fits over things that really don't matter, and whispering, "come on guys.  know yourselves.  Just Love!"

 

Namaste.