Posted by temmie on August 27, 2003, at 17:38:21
In reply to what happens when faith dies?, posted by habbyshabit on August 18, 2003, at 13:59:01
Dear Habby,
I've missed conversing with you! As your post follows AFTER August 10th (the last I'm able to access from home), I didn't see or know about this conversation here re. loss of faith ... questioning of reality, etc. etc. etc. I hope things are better now. You've been on the receiving end of many lively and loving replies. I'm not sure what I can add, except to say that I hear you. (And I care.) I must have missed the post about your husband, and hope he is faring well, too. (I ran out of steam half way through the long list of replies.)
Again, here's hoping these days are finding you both feeling better and on the mend .... I sometimes refer to these periods as the "desert" times .... Sometimes we just have to hoof it on our own with little access to the needed Spirit, which othertimes, has carried us aloft.
Wishing you love.
Wishing you peace.
Wishing you joy.Re. the "Jesus and Manic Depression" article ... where did THAT come from? Interesting theory, but I have felt Jesus Christ, and know that He is real.
Thinking about these matters (is Jesus the Son of Man/God? Are spiritual experiences real?, etc.) makes me want to go home and pray. And chant! (Thanks Jimi!). Please know as I do so, I am sending prayers of Love, Life, Light and healing your way.
In the meantime, perhaps this snippet from a prayer I posted earlier will be of help. Take care, friend. Be well. Be blessed. Be loved, beloved soul!
Temmie
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I place my hand in Thine with all love and trust and confidence, for Thou art indeed my Lord. From the unreal lead me to the Real, from darkness to Light, from death to Life Eternal. At Thy feet, and in the Light of Thy Holy Presence, I strive to realize what I am. I am not this body which belongs to the world of shadows; I am not the desire which affects it; I am not the thoughts which fill my mind; I am not the mind itself. I am the Diving Flame within my heart, eternal, immortal, ancient, without beginning, without end. More radiant than the sun in all His noonday glory, purer than the snow, untouched, unsullied by the hand of matter; more subtle than the ether is the Spirit within my heart. I and my Father are One.
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