What My Heart Tells Me
Martha Iglehart, Spirit Writer
When I was a little girl, I always had a dream space. In the first house I remember living in as a kid, there were huge pecan trees behind our privacy fence that looked gigantic. I’d venture to say those trees were at least 40 feet tall. The land where they grew was undeveloped and offered us kids great adventures in the woods, including my introduction to poison ivy. Many years later, the property became a beautiful park. I’d sit outside by myself, look out at those trees, and let my mind dance from thought to thought. Some may call that daydreaming, but my heart tells me now that my six-year-old self was practicing prayer and meditation because it was there in that space, as I recall now, that my inner world would open wide. It was my sacred time and that was my sacred space. I remember I could feel the presence of something safe and warm, and I could feel promises of something good. My thoughts carried no direction, but they took me to a place of peace and stillness, as I’d watch birds fly high above or hear sounds of the wind blowing through those trees. I trusted that experience, like any six-year-old banking on Santa showing up at Christmas.
That innocent state, that openness, and the beauty of those tall trees in the woods put a light in my heart, and in return, my heart told me good things. The greatest thing my heart told me was that GOD is REAL. My heart told me and continues to tell me that the Great Spirit of divine order, goodness, and love, which I call GOD, is REAL.
GOD is…that eternal spark that shows up in my heart as Light during dark times; God is that grace extended to me amid my mistakes; it is my abundance when I feel lack… my creativity when I need a solution, my joy in the time of grief and sorrow. God is my assurance in moments of doubt, my strength in moments of weakness, divine order in the middle of chaos and confusion, my company during loneliness, my lighthouse in between pain and sorrow, love when I can only sense hate, and my way out when I feel oppressed.
GOD is REAL to me, for that is what my heart tells me, and I believe what’s in my heart.
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