Day125; Footnotes of Thoughts on Our Spiritual Home

This morning I mentioned physical homes. Even as I wrote my post this morning, I was considered a different type home, our spiritual home. Right off I will acknowledge that there are those who do not follow or believe in a spiritual life, this is for those who do. Or those, who may have a curiosity.

Life, is a journey. It begins with our first cry, and continues until we take our last breath. What is important, is the in between. There is a story that comes around on social media from time to time saying that the important thing on a headstone, is the dash. The time between birth and death. Our journey.

It doesn’t matter our financial status, our career status, our family status. What matters, is our heart status. How we act and react to the things we come across along the way. How we treat those we meet. Our words, our tone, our thoughts, all are important.

Our physical home, the place we use to rest, is a temporary place. We store the material things there, we stay dry and warm and protected there. Still, it is only temporary. In the end, we leave it behind. Everything material we have gathered along the way, will be left for the people still on their journey. The only thing we take with us, is the spiritual.

I know, that there are those of other beliefs who read my writings. I am still unlearned of those, so what I write, will be based on the beliefs I hold in my heart. The beliefs I have gathered from my journey so far.

That I do not live my life for me, but as a life lived to glorify God. In every word and action.

Bella (my dog) and I hiked up a mountain at a local state park. While there were not many there when I arrived, we were not the only ones there. I passed a couple who at first I did not realize they were together as I passed them separately. Both on their phones, both speaking Spanish. We played a game of you pass me, I’ll pass you for a good way up the mountain. They talked to each other the entire way. I go to the mountain for exercise and for the quiet. Most people don’t talk that much, that loudly. I never said a word even as I grumbled internally.And even had my conscious give me a mental thump. Be nice even in your thoughts.  This may be the only time they get to have a real conversation. After that, every person I met who were going down, I spoke to. It was usually a simple hello, but I spoke, and everyone responded with a smile.

When I got to the top of the mountain, ready to enjoy the view, I moved to where I always stop and give Bella her water. As she and I were quenching our thirst I watched as a couple strung hammocks up between the trees right there in the center of where people usually went to enjoy the view. They were blocking access to the overlook and blocking the view from where I’ve seen most people hang out.

 At first I was feeling frustration and self righteous indignation, then that conscious gave me another thump. It isn’t my property. I don’t own or lease or even rent this space. Its public. I have no right to say anything to them. I was able to find a way around to where I could still take those “I was here” selfie photos before heading back down. The hammocks were not in my way, I was still able to see the view, and they were actually very quiet. They were there to enjoy the peace, in the way that meant the most to them. 

As Bella and I walked away, I was listening to that lecture playing in my head. Letting them be, was the best thing I could have done. They really were hurting no one. They were not doing anything that I’m sure had not been done many times before. They have no idea that at first I was not happy to see what they had done. They have no idea the mental lecture I had to listen to my conscious give me for a good twenty minutes.

 Once we were started down the mountain, I again spoke to everyone we passed, no matter the direction they were going. In all I passed, only one did not speak. We were passing people of different nationalities, race, age.  Every single one of them were friendly and spoke.   As we came close to the end of the trail, we got behind two young guys. They had to be in their early twenties. While I could not hear the entire conversation, I heard enough. The one was talking about how their generation was making a lot of mistakes and needed to get their act together. There was too much bad going on and too many bad people. Such wise words for one so young.

After I got back home, I got a call from a friend I hadn’t heard from in a while. Both of us had refrained from calling due to concerns over not knowing the circumstances of the other. Once that was cleared up, the conversation picked up as if there had never been that long silence.

Now you may say, that is all well and good, but what does that have to do with life’s journey and spiritual home?

As a Christian who believes that we must accept and follow Christ and His teaching. His teaching was love. His teaching was caring for others. The elderly, the children, the widows and orphans, the poor. Those who society has a tendency to ignore. To love others and to treat them as we would wish to be treated.

Our lives, the one we live on our journey, is to show and bring glory to God. We don’t do that by acting out and making a scene over things we don’t like. Who would you be drawn to quicker? The person who smiles and greets you with a friendly hello? Or the one who scowls and grunts something unintelligible? Would you prefer the neighbor who understands when their puppy gets loose and wants to play or the one who calls animal control, even though it was the first incident? Would you prefer the individual who brings food to the hungry, or the one who yells for the hungry to move on there was nothing for them there?

There are many ways, that we can show love to each other. Through speaking kindly, to taking care of basic needs, to finding ways to help make their life better. Teach someone to read, to sew, to draw. Help someone find a job. Reach out, in kindness and compassion. No, you won’t be on the news for that, but then again, you won’t be on the news for doing something ugly either. Life is temporary, it is a journey from this life to eternity. Our eternity, depends on how we spend this life. How we act, how we live along the way.

Life is a journey. The length we will be given unknown. It is best that we treat each day like it will be our last. Speaking in kindness, acting in compassion.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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