Religion?

Back on February 4th of this year, I was sent an email with a short story called "The Egg" (You can read my post on this date, as I have it on my blog). It was very meaningful to me because I related life to it and felt, in many ways, that's how I viewed my faith. I am not a follower of any religion. I was born and raised Catholic and somewhere down the road, I didn't believe everything their religion followed. I went to different kinds of churches to see if I believed in others but the truth was, I don't. I think all religions have something great but none of which are exact.

I don't like to discuss religion because I do not want people to question where my beliefs are by interrogating me against their belief. But "The Egg" keeps coming up in my head and I felt that now would be a good time to write how I feel without discussion.

Recently I've been attending MOPS - Mother's of Preschoolers. It's a social gathering of women at a church to discuss anything but mostly, I think, it's for mutual support of our toddlers. At least that was my idea of it when I went in. MOPS is a spiritual gathering. They pray before and after the meetings and often times discuss how God is in our lives. MOPS had me thinking more about God and thus, more about "The Egg". I believe in God. I know there is someone greater than all of us and He has created everything.

Back when I was taking classes at VCC, I took Mythology as one of my required writing courses. In that course we touch upon that all Myths have a God or Gods and they create a world. The Professor grazed the idea of the Bible being the largest most followed "myth" there is. Now I am not saying she's right but who really knows? I think all religious books have invaluable information for anyone to learn from. Do I think it's the Word of God or other Gods? Could be. But who really knows.

So I choose to follow my own belief. The belief that I am just a learner of our society and that God would want me to do good things for others, for my family and friends, and for myself. That I would teach others to do the same and learn from our mistakes. To be kind, humble, and forgiving (something I'm not so good at).

I have to Thank MOPS for reminding me of all of this. It reminded me to Pray a little more often. To be Thankful for everything I have and don't have. Everything happens for a reason and we are humbled by our experiences in life.

I hope that you have faith, at the very least, in yourself - to learn and mature with every experience and that kindness is the only way to live.