I believe because I go to the woods and am met. I go not to get away from, but to draw closer to.
I go with desire. Or a question. Or the sense that I carry something. Or three words on a sticky note. I try to leave all else behind, especially old ways of seeing. I leave all at the edge, except for trust that this will be new. And the prayer that I will receive well.
I go in the name of Jesus. With faith in the Trinity. Not faith in how I understand it, but faith in how it moves me. I don’t need to know too much about that.
I believe because of what happens in the woods when I am still and silent, and embrace life around me. I let go of time and big ideas. I see and hear afresh, and sense with power that is not mine. The true power makes me smile and sometimes laugh out loud.
Theology has helped me become who I am – or who I was. But it is not why I believe. Big words have fallen away. The soothing of simple impossibilities remains. Faith is embrace of those mystical inbox quotes that transport until reality grabs me back. And a few days now and then to read them to the fish, racoon, Robyns, and bones.
This gift is a craziness to follow Jesus between the lines. I hope and pray I’m the right amount of crazy. The amount that lets God shape Us until i am ready to leave the woods. That is who We are.
I believe because I risked that there was more in less. Because I found that to be true. It leads not to certainty, respect, and proof – but to mystery, warmth, and smiles. Depending on the moment, there is fear or comfort. Either one helps. Both keep me searching for meeting spots.
I believe. Don’t ask for explanation. Ask for your gift. Pray to feel how God believes in you.