I feel like I should address the fact that this blog has gone to shit. And that I've lost almost 1,000 readers a day, but at the same time, what can I say about it? This blog has always been a reflection of my life and what is happening in it and right now what is happening is pretty depressing. So, it's no surprise to me that a great deal of people have stopped reading. A year ago that kind of drop in readers would have upset me a great deal, but when your health is failing and your husband is saying things like "We don't have any work in California, we may have to move to Oklahoma!" it's hard to be upset about a blog. (although, if I'm being honest, knowing that such a large number of people have lost interest in what you have to say does make me feel like a failure and failing at something you love, which for me is writing, always sucks.) However, I'm going to keep writing because I DO love it and my reasons for doing it have nothing to do with getting a ton of traffic and everything to do with keeping a record of my life and in the process, connecting with people whom were it not for this blog, I would never have the pleasure of knowing.
I still have hope that one day things will turn around for the better. I have been doing a lot of soul searching over these last few weeks. One night last week, I locked myself in the bathroom after the kids had gone to bed. I shut the light off, sat on the floor and closed my eyes. I felt like I wanted to cry, but I wouldn't allow myself to go there. Instead, I started taking deep breaths and tried to clear every thought from my mind. I didn't want to think about my health problems. I didn't want to think about anything. I just wanted a moment of peace and quiet.
I began to inhale, then exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
With each breath I could literally feel the tension leaving my body. And then, I felt a sadness rise up within me. It wasn't coming from a place of pity or bitterness. It was this indescribable sadness from deep without my soul. I allowed myself to feel it and as I did, tears began rolling down my face. I allowed them to flow freely. It was the strangest thing because it didn't feel like crying. There was no sobbing or any of the dramatics that usually come along with a good cry. It was just silent tears pouring from the depths of my soul. All of the hurt and shame that I've carried with me for years began to come to the surface in that moment. I wanted to scream, but I remained silent. The tears kept pouring out from within me and I didn't know what to do next, so I began to pray.
I had a conversation with God unlike any other conversation that I've had with God. I was taught to speak to God in a very specific way through prayer. (Dear Heavenly Father...In Jesus name I pray... Amen.) I don't think this was a prayer. I don't even know that I can explain it without sounding like a lunatic, but I just sat there, willing to believe that God existed and that he was listening to me as I said what I needed to say to him. I didn't ask him for forgiveness. I didn't repent of my sins. I didn't ask him to help me. I simply acknowledged that I felt his presence in that moment.
I've not done that in a very long time. I say I believe in God, but I've lived my life as if he doesn't exist.
One thing I'm very sure of is that I'm not suddenly trying to "find God" because I want him to bail me out of my problems. I grew up in a church watching people do that . I saw people who would come to church when their husbands would cheat on them only to leave when their marriage was fixed only to come back when their kid got hooked on drugs only to leave again as soon as he was clean only to come back when they were diagnosed with cancer only to leave again when they were in remission. (I'm not speaking of the person who comes to God sincerely in a time of need, I'm speaking of a person who uses God when it's convenient or as their personal Genie.) My intentions in seeking a relationship with God is as simple as this: I have to know that there is more to this life than simply existing and dying. I need something more to get me through the days. I need to know that there is a higher purpose in life because there are days where I think "Is this all there is?" And that feeling of "is this really all there is to life?" sometimes overwhelms me. I have a good life in many ways. I have a wonderful family, healthy beautiful children, but deep down in my soul there is a void that no amount of money, food, alcohol or hits on a sitemeter could ever fill.
To those of you who took the time to answer my questions about faith... Thank you. Your thoughtful words have helped me as I seek to understand faith and what a true belief in God means (as opposed to belief in a religion.)








Take care of yourself. Look at it this way, California is your home, but moving is an adventure. Adventures make life awesome. No matter where you go I bet there are people who read your blog, and would love to help you get settled. If you moved, you could probably own your own place. It was so hard for me to leave NY, but I did, and I'm glad.
Sometimes, God does seem busy, and I bet he is. I don't think that he really pays us much attention day to day. He has others to do that for him (for me, they are the saints, to other people angels, and others different gods and goddesses). But I DO believe that when you really need him, he takes that time to listen. I'm sure the big guy was there for you, listening to you all the way.
No matter if you only talk to him when you need stuff, or you ask him for petty things (help me find my lost keys!), or totally ignore him until the day you die, God'll always love you. It's one of those crazy things. And no matter how much you screw up, he'll still love you. That's the beauty in the system.
The Bible paints god as a very vengeful God. I'd like to think that either he was totally misunderstood, totally uninvolved, or has grown out of that phase. If one is infinitely powerful and all knowing, hate and anger is something that just doesn't fit into that. Maybe he gets sad when people forget about him, or do terrible things in his name, but I think he's pretty laid back.
Just remember that what you did, sit in the bathroom and just 'be' and have a conversation, that's what it is supposed to be like. Jesus wanted to take God out of the synagogues and bring him to the people so he was accessible to EVERYONE. No temple fees, no having an intermediary. Just a big red "Oh Shit" phone to god.