Each Day Closer to God

Just Recently I was getting ready for the long weekend escapade up north. As I was walking to the store to get the last of the shopping for the trip, I slipped away into the world of meditation and prayer. My mind wondered between pages of the bible and prayers for protection. I stopped and thought that it reminded me of my mother. It reminded  me of the times when we would all get in the car to drive away into the bliss of family trips. And as soon as the car motor would start to sing its song of freedom, my mama would make a sign of the cross and start her "Hail Mary..." And of course we all would make fun of her that she was overreacting and old fashioned. My brothers and me would laugh and ridicule, but down deep inside I think, there was a lot of gratitude that she was doing it. It made us feel safe, secure and loved, even though non of us would admit to it at that time.

On that day I caught a picture of myself doing exactly the same as my mama. Why? I wonder. Is is because as I age? Is it because I feel mortal and the bliss of invincibility is fleeting away through my fingers as I age? Or is it because I am glancing through a looking glass of a mother and want to protect all that I love, and all that I love is in that car! So I pray! And as a mother I am ready to jump into a flaming building,  I am ready to sell my soul for all the ones that I love? Another explanation is that as I am getting older, like my mama, I am getting closer to God. Rising beyond daily affairs, earthly adventures. And my reliance on the extra-super-unbelievable presence in my life is exploding with time. The need to know that there is something else in this world. The idea that this great, omnipotent and omnipresent God who protects us is there for us keeps us sane and relaxed. So the image comes to mind. We are like hot air balloons. We are heavy on the ground pretty grounded and stable but then we rise up to the skies and hope for the better, wider view than we see from the ground. We hope that once we rise to the baby blue abyss, there is something amazing awaiting.

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You might think that this post is melancholic and even sad. Please don't think that. I think it is full of hope and miraculous prognosis. If anything, I feel a tremendous Love with a big bright L!
Happy Friday my friends!