On Christmas, Paul’s Wife Ponders God

My wife was waiting to be corrupted when I met her. Fresh from a lifetime of evangelical absolutes, she'd had about enough at 22, and then she ran into me.

God help her. I'm more than just a free spirit, and when we first met, I was borderline reckless. I was, by the standards in her earlier life, a man she would certainly have stayed far, far away from.

It seemed that the inertia of trying so hard to be so holy had finally reached the point where it had to bounce back, and I was the guy with the trampoline.

After the initial craziness, we found that we were compatible in so many ways that we are now married. Spiritually, we walk the same line which is to say different lines. They are the same in that we respect each other's space in this regard. Her relationship with God is her beeswax. I'm here to talk to her about it, to tell her how I feel, but, though we are together on this physical plane, when we go to the next one, it will be her and God...or something like that...so I believe we all need to figure it out for ourselves.

I was actually a bit surprised to see she had written about it in her blog, The Blissful Seed.

As soon as I started easing up on the pressure that I had put on myself to figure it all out, the more spiritual I became and the closer I got. When I started worrying less about getting into heaven and more on feeling God and appreciating the beauty of God’s creation, I began to truly feel what I had been searching for for so long.

Love, peace, freedom. God.

I love that I am married to a great writer, and a person who cares about knowing the truth. That does it for me.

Read her full article post here.