People always ask me if I believe in God.
People have written to me and asked me why I didn’t include God in my book.
Why I don’t mention God in my writing, how could I leave God out.
I was raised as a Greek Orthodox and only knew about God through the Greek Church.
Prayers were automatic.
God was a part of my schooling, my neighborhood and part of the language.
As I grew up and moved to different parts of the world, sometimes I left God behind, other times I questioned everything I was taught.
And when my heart started to break and the early losses started to come into my life, I wondered what kind of God would do this to me.
When my first baby was born without the right amount of lungs to survive, I shook my head to God and said is this your doing?
When my husband died at 35 I didn’t even want to talk to God.
When I finally started to talk I was angry. I was bitter. I was lost.
My healing journey started 9 years ago, and it has prepared me to write this letter to you today. As I started to walk back to life I found out what God is, but not in the way I thought I would.
I found out that divinity is a part of the soul.
It is even a part of us before we are born and after we shed our physical bodies.
But divinity during our life is called a miracle.
The miracle like experiences that find their way into our life and cannot be explained through a physical reality. I call these miracles God.
The words I have been writing to you for the last 5 years come from a collective consciousness. I call these words God.
The resilience to wake up every morning regardless of your broken heart, I call that the human spirit. Your courage to get back to life, I call that knowing.
I also discovered that grief is God.
Grief was given to us when life started.
I discovered that without grief life is not life.
Without grief there would be no compassion.
As the years went by ‘The Message in a Bottle became my prayer for you.
God for me lives inside of us when we feel joy for someone else’s good luck.
God comes to life when we feel sadness for someone else’s loss.
When we choose to live again regardless of the tragedies our hearts had to endure.
That is God.
My God does not have a religion.
My God is every breath I take, and every word I write.
My God is my wish for you.
Today I want to hear about your God.
Tell me what it means to you to be connected to a higher power.
How does that connection heal your soul?