Sometimes I ditch church.
Seriously. Sometimes I just can't sit there any longer and flee for the hills.
Sometimes I don't.
Sometimes the holy spirit moves in me while sitting in those cramped little hobbit pews and I'm all, "Praise the Lord!" at least in my mind--because Mormons (in general) worship kind of quietly.
Sometimes I text my friends.
Sometimes I listen.
Sometimes I zone out and forget what the speaker just said and look over at Mountain Man who has faithfully set aside one hour a week (at church) for his Sunday nap and I think, "Rest on, Mountain Man. Rest on."
Other times, I look at his head nodding in his fitful sacrament meeting nappage and I flick the tip of his nose to get him to wake up.
Never once do I leave him alone.
Other times, I feel this overwhelming love for everyone in that place...and just to be perfectly honest...sometimes I could punch the nearest baby.
...O.k., I'd never REALLY punch a baby.
The point is, I'm trying to figure "it" all out.
"It" being spirituality, religion, tradition, culture, joy, peace, love unfeigned...you get the idea.
I'm not there yet...and I may never be.
But I will cast my net as wide and as far as possible and gather in as much light and truth as I can. From the cathedral at Chartres, to the Mountains of Montana, from Jesus to Buddah and everything in between, there's a lot of joy, beauty and truth to behold.
So today, I'm grateful for the joy in Jesus. I'm grateful for the life of the person we call Buddah. I'm grateful for the words of the Koran and the Bible and the Bhagavad Gita and the Tao Te-Ching and every holy book.
I'm grateful for the questions, and the answers, and especially for that quiet and still voice that whispers, "Calm down ladyface, don't punch that baby."
What are you grateful for today?