Unexpected

“Most people want to be circled by safety, not by the unexpected. The unexpected can take you out. But the unexpected can also take you over and change your life. Put a heart in your body where a stone used to be.” ― Ron Hall, Denver Moore

Allow me to be vague but vehement about faith. Today I stumbled upon a situation where I felt compelled to be vulnerable. It’s always in these moments where I feel most exposed but excited. Because when my faith is on the table and I believe in something or someone, I’m awakened. Be warned because I’m about to ramble.

It feels like it’s not popular to talk about God these days. In fact, someone reading this right now might already think differently or dismissively because of the topic.  In a world where everything and everyone self-promotes and is overexposed, religion feels like the exception.

I’m no expert on the subject. I curse, gossip, and sin. The cursing is especially problematic during a workout. I love a good expletive mid-plank. I’m keeping it real and owning every f-bomb.  And I don’t know what the ideal version of a believer looks like, but I embrace imperfection and explore the cracks and crevices of the tough talks within faith. Even in a faith community, there are differences and dialogues that get uncomfortable. In my humble opinion, a good faith-based community allows for this with one single rule in place, respect.

Today I melted down at church. I legitimately couldn’t stop crying in large part to a faith-related topic that consumed me. I’m overly emotional so I don’t think the average person would be reduced to tears. But I faced an urge to gut check beliefs and decisions directly related to faith. It’s weird how the unexpected sweeps in and changes everything.

Here’s the thought that had me rushing to the car for Kleenex. Maybe it’s not popular to talk about God because many of us, especially believers, forget to include Him in the conversation.

The above was unexpected. Sometimes I’m surprised by the volume of thinking and feeling that’s done in a day. The revelations are endless. Okay, I’m done rambling. Off to watch some questionable television and see what kind of moral conflict I can overthink and channel into some short stories.