Lisa C Writes

In all my years of being a Christian I have never seen such self-improvement and growth within me. For years I was trapped in the “box” of Christianity and believed, because of what I was told, this was the only way for me to go. What a lie! What a lie! I was one of the biggest hypocrites that went to church and a very judgmental person because I believed that my way was the only way and everyone else was going to hell. Oh, especially Muslims. Asalam Alakum my Brothers and Sisters, no offense. My confidence about who I was, who’s I was, was based on fear that was instilled in me and feeling like I was better than anyone else who practiced a different religion. A friend of mine made a comment on Facebook the other day that had me shaking my head in agreement all the way. Many of his friends wanted to know what religion did he practice because his profile picture showed him sitting on a rug surrounded by petals and candles. His response was, “If God could practice a religion what would

I accept myself and all that I AM. I am a part of this world that is filled with miracles upon miracles, from the dirt that I walk on to the moon and sun. I am precious, I believe! Right now I am doing some work on myself to clear and remove some things from my past that have been plaguing since me before I can remember. As I was meditating and doing some deep breathing work I felt in me a calm that soothed my heart. As the tears flowed, I took a deep breath and just listened. The word GUILT settled in my mind and lingered until I faced it. I looked deeper and felt the generations before me carrying the same thing. I felt it in my womb. The pain was deep. The tears began to flow even more but, it wasn’t a feeling of sadness that I was experiencing. It was more like a feeling of clarity. I was very clear that in that moment that not only was I carrying guilt that was mine but certainly from those past.  Sweat now dripped down my face. The heat in the room was all over me but as u