headTalk.

We’re told to seek forgiveness from God for our own shortcomings.

We’re told God only gives us as much as we can handle.

What comfort is it to a 6-yr old child, used for sex, to be told God wouldn’t let it happen unless she could handle it?

When will God ask for our forgiveness?

Yesterday morning was absolutely gorgeous. The sky was bright the sun was warm and everything seemed more alive than usual. I had time to kill so I took a walk down by the pond before heading off to work. I found 8 turtles sun bathing, a dozen or so geese including three goslings being escorted by two very over protective parents, and a Blue Heron wading along the shoreline. The dog chased frogs into the pond and Eastern Cottontails into the brush. I felt a rhythm to all the motion surrounding me. All that nature squashed into the same space fit together so perfectly. Surely, in moments like this I’m seeing a reflection of the face of God.

[originally posted in May 2006]