For realz I heard this statement the other day and have to say I believe it, too… except I may not call him (it?) Jesus..
Actually, I don’t put a name to it, at least not a permanent one, because once I put a name to something it can’t be anything else. I appreciate the fluidity that comes with keeping my mind open, as this “thing” I put my faith into, can be whatever I think it to be. It can be a painting, my dog, the mountains, the sky, this pen, you name it… as long as I believe in this “thing that has a plan”, I can begin to trust it and what it brings or does not bring... only if I want to, of course.
Every day I have a choice, and every day I choose to try, to get up and show up, to be less selfish, to do the right thing (even if it’s hard or I just don’t want to)… the rest is up to my “something else”, my “Homeboy” if you will. I trust in its guidance, in the directional pull I feel in my middle as it gently nudges me here or there in whatever direction I’m meant to follow.
Trust. Have faith in the idea that what's right will happen… this is something I’ve been learning about recently, and practicing always in all ways (Ryan Serhant reference, anyone?).
This may sound weird, coming from a girl who didn’t believe in a “God”… but I get it now, and it’s awesome.