h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Another vacation over, surf and sun now far away...

A thought struck me, as I stood on the beach. I noticed that, as I stood in the lapping waves, as a wave drew close, the water pulled towards it, and with that water, the sand from under my feet. Curious, I stood in one place, to see what would happen. After a few large waves, I staggered, and fell. Getting up, I saw that the foundation beneath my feet had completly eroded, only indents left. 'Course, I got up, and blushed quite a bit. It's a rather funny picture, me, looking reflectivly out to sea, waves, the setting sun... me staggering suddenly and falling over for no readily apparent reason... you know.

Anyhoo, the reason that I'm rambling on (and if you don't want to hear me talk about God, well, I'd turn back. 'cause I'm gonna. So there,) is that it occured to me that our walk through life is much like a walk along a beach. We move steadily along, with each wave representing a problem, and the sand beneath us is, well, our strength, our support, our faith. If we stop our walk, maybe because things /can't possibly be going this way/, or /this shouldn't be happening to me/, or, /if God cares, why does He let this happen?/, we find ourselves off balance, teetering on a shifting foundation that can only be renewed by another step forward, on towards God and His path. One that ends with Him.

This is rather profound for me, so, whoops! Wow, where'd that come from?

Ahem. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Holy Spirit has left the building. That's all for this evening, so, signing off here from dismal Illinois, this is Mystrunner wishing you all God Blessings and Good Night!

*The lights fade as the curtain swishes closed. And, over the mike, one catches a hint of sound, something almost like, "Lord, I miss California."*

*Musical hit. Dim lights.*

Hon, the Sea is actually where I FOUND God...I know, you probably didn't even know he was missing...
The sand & it's golden flecks are some of my earliset memories of the wonderment of the World.

When I was two or three...I can recall holding sand on my finger.
I looked at one tiny bit & then up & down the beach...I thought...
'"my goodness...it musta' taken a whole lot of these little things to make this beach!"....

And this I know to be true...if you hold sand as hard as you can... it will all fall away....however, if you open your palm (a metaphor for your heart) and hold the sand gentally...it will stay as long as your palm remains open.

I pray your wisdom continues at this rate...you are very wise for one so young.

Well... it's borrowed wisdom, of sorts. You know, the Bible talks of the Holy Spirit as something to give aid when needed. Just recently, I've felt it.

's amazing, that's what it is. Wow. Like an adrenalin rush combined with pure joy. And that's not even close.

I lost God, I discovered, about a year ago. I didn't know where He had went, but my faith was no longer there. Spooked the living outta me, I don't mind saying so. I tried and I tried to get it back, but I can now see what I was doing wrong.

I was trying to do it alone, without God. To walk with Him is to give up on walking on your own. Giving it /all/ up. And that's what makes the first steps so hard. But, then again, that's what friends are for! To support each other, even in the worst of times.

The Bible also speaks of building your house on a strong foundation...as I w*rked side by side in the gardens with my grandfather he would tell me Bible stories...while other kids were watching cartoons I was talking about life & beyond.
It was a wonderful way to grow up.

His wife, my grandmother (nagymuma <---Hungarian word for honored grandmother) was psychic, as was/am I...it's only natural!!!

I never thought a whole lot of it as it was just part of everydau life.

One day as an adult, being abused by the man I loved...I was on my way to my little house to kill myself. I had it all planned out to make it look like an accident.
As I drove along a *devine* voice spoke from the empty side of my sports car! ...it began, "You are an exceedlingly good person. You are a healer. You have not completed your tasks here....I don't remember anything else....but it went on...
As a mental health pro....I tough I was having a psycotic break from reality.
I don't know why I thought killing myself was okay, but hearing a voice needed to be checked out! ~HA
I went from one shrink to te other....I kept coming up...what I call in the "sickeningly normal range"....on every test.
The last two shrinks told me, "Valerie, if you're hearing a voice, someone's speaking!"
It wasn't until much later I learned a bit about 'spirit guides'.
They are a devine energy that has never been to earth in a body.
Sent from God to help us throughout our lives....we all have them.
What a wonderful gift from God!
(disclaimer: not everyone hearing a voice is hearing a spirit guide)
I always knew I had gaurdien angels...I just didn't know I also had a spirt sent by God to help me...
When you have that *gut feeling*...that's your spirit giude.
We also ALL have animal guides...I'm not certain what mine is...
yet...I hope I find out.

As I live through daily pain caused by a rare muscle disease, I tank God repeatedly for all the wonderful places I've been, the people I've met and most of all I pray for the people who are filled with hate and dispare...
I also thank God for young people like yourself....able to look inward & share what you know to be true.

Stay true to yourself Myst.

I'm afraid to say God and I don't speak anymore but many years ago we were good friends and he helped me through a lot but I didn't want to know when I needed him the most, in one year I lost my father, my marriage broke down and I upped sticks and moved but still woldn't listen, but God did speak to one member of the family and in a leap of faith my mother was accepted into the Catholic Church a year ago and is very happy now.

And what about you, I hear you ask, well I'm listening now I still don't know whether I'll hear what's being said but I'll let you know

Love Reefgirl

I find that many people are not willing to believe. They won't let themselves. You have to let go of your questions and doubts, and, as C.S. Lewis said, when you were a child, you asked questions, and wanted answers for the sake of answers...

Finding God can only be done through sheer faith. In Him. No you, but Him. For me, it was C.S. Lewis's books that did it. Mostly, Mere Christianity, and then also, The Screwtape Letters. They give you insight about what's going on around you, what you cannot see but is really there. More weapons to fight Satan with. I LIKE that fight.