Tuesday, December 17, 2013

God in Me. God in You, You, You, and You Too.

On Sunday, my daughter got on a plane and flew to the other side of the country. This is the farthest she has ever been away from me. She's never flown without me. The last time we were this far apart, I was in Las Vegas, and she was reading Harry Potter. That was nine years and one child ago. My reason for sharing that is: My world is a bit off-kilter, and I am using that as an excuse for bad skin, unexplained crying, crappy eating, not working out, and this is starting to sound a lot like pms...

Anyway, that wasn't my point for writing. My point was this: I have been reading this awesome series (and if you have a penchant for self-awareness or just appreciate great writing, you should read it as well) and every day little granules of truth plunk me in the head.

Most recently I've been overthinking how we all process the same things so very differently. In my family of origin, if you ask each of us to describe the same event, you'd get five different stories. When my other two brothers were alive, their stories would be different still. Add in my parents' views and you'd have even more. Each person firmly believes his or her version is the truth. Many of them were the hero in their version. But, it's kind of like this:

Remember the time:
No, that's not how it happened. It was like this...
OHHHH yeah, but then you said...
No, that's close, but I said...
You did not...
She wasn't even there...
Were you even there?
Oh, I remember, we were having Neopolitan dinner dish...

Even though we experienced a lot of the same things (we all lost our brothers and our dad), each of us walked away--except the two who didn't--with different scars, stories, and memories. A few weeks ago one sibling summed up another sibling's behavior with, "That's just how he processed the shit that happened to us. We all dealt with it differently."

I recently read Carry On, Warrior, and my biggest take away was her description of "Namaste," acknowledging that the divine in us recognizes the divine in those we meet. That was bigger than a granule, it was like a rock on the head. God in me; God in you.

Ughhhhhh...we all process it differently...we all have the same God in us...My daughter's on the other side of the world, and I have pms, OBVIOUSLY...

God is in my brother. He is in my mom. He is in that person who annoys the CRAP out of you. He is in the guy who cut you off in traffic. I'm not entirely convinced that there is the same amount of God in everyone...I'm kidding; calm down. God is in the Fed Ex driver that can't find my house--dude...really? God is in the union guy that calls my husband at 1:00 a.m. and drags him out of our warm bed. He is in your boss. He is in the four disgruntled old ladies who complain the entire time in line. He's in your kids. He's in your mother in law. He's in that homeless man, and you walked to the other side of the street to avoid him.

It is not my job to fix you, nor are you called to fix me. I may not change the world, but I can love and accept you and me as God loves and accepts us both. We might never be best friends, but I will see past your humanness and look for your divinity. Today my prayer is to step out of my own way as the divine in me reaches out to the divine in you.



2 comments:

  1. Uh, that last quote covers pretty much every major event of any kind. Cop. Out.

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  2. Also...there is no god. Well, except me. I am a golden god. Even Jinju knows that. "Mommy, Daddy's a golden god. Even I know that."

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