couldn't happen...but what if I'm wrong?

So as most of us are wont to do when we have a little time between loads of laundry, loads of work or loads of b.s. ....I found myself pondering the complexities of existentialism and man...

of course in my head it went more like...."hmmmm...what if I'm a total dork?"

What if everything I believe is totally wrong?

What if the Hindus or the Buddhists are right and we just recycle around and around till we get it right?

Or maybe I'm just a biggo walking, talking part of the earth and when I die I just go right back into it?

Or maybe this is all just one big lucky accident and there's just nothing out there that means anything other than right now?

I guess all those could be true.  I mean, the only reason I am so grounded in my faith is because I have seen God work in my life and have witnessed the power of redemption in Christ in so many.  But as far as proof proof...well I suppose any of these beliefs as well as mine are lacking in that.

There's no lack of people who will tell me that my "faith" is just a delusion I use to comfort myself...and I suppose even they could be right.  Its not like we lack for reasons to need comfort now and then.  So if I spend my whole life wallowing in this delusion...does it matter? 

So I died a big dork and lived a life believing in a fake God following a fake example of how to love others and have compassion and make a positive difference.  I followed fake rules...although anyway you look at it not stealing, not hurting, killing or disrespecting others and just being a good person are positives all around. I made myself a part of an entire community of others as deluded as me....guess I'll just recycle around to my next life and hopefully not be as big a dork....or I'm just dirt again and who cares anyway...or nothing, just nothing...

Does it matter?  If I'm wrong?  Not really...I can't find a downside to being wrong...other than maybe another spin on the big rollercoaster of life. 

The way I see it, it only really matters if I'm right...and hopefully we wont find that out for a long time...and then it wont really matter will it? well... at least not to me. 

Honestly...I can't see a downside to loving my God. To believing, in the end, I will be found whole and worthy because of Jesus.  I'm happy, free, comforted and secure in that faith. I harm no one and hopefully make things a little better during my turn here.  I share the hope and love I feel with others who might need it. 

No harm no foul right?

...I'm not really worried about being wrong....although we all know that could NEVER happen!!!

My Dearest Child...

O wonderful fruit of my loins...

For at least 5 years now you have enjoyed the wonder that is a shower.  You have listened to the magic of the waterfall-like noise as water falls from the shower head.  Yes...you know that sound.

In those same years your father and I have made it a priority to teach you respect for others, thoughtfulness and consideration.  Manners, politeness...the little things that make life wonderful for all involved.

And yet here I am, once again contorted into the well known "AAAAARGHH...I'm in the dang shower" flamingo pose with strategic placement of hands which I delude myself into thinking have allowed me at least a smidgen of bodily privacy as you whip open the closed doors and barge into my bathroom!!

WHY CHILD? WHY???

You know you saw the closed door.  You know you heard the shower running.  And since you couldn't find me anywhere else in the house, I have NO DOUBT that you knew I was in here!!

I love you...I really do.  But would it kill you to allow me 10 minutes of complete privacy? 

Do you think that the minute I close that door and turn on the shower the magical Willy Wonka elevator shows up? You think I've got a hidden escape pod in there? (man that would be awesome!)  A hidden stash of wonderfulness?

All I'm doing is showering.  Honest. There are countless things in our home that would provide you with great entertainment...none of which are in the shower with me.  There's no circus show going on.  I'm not hiding candies or great snacks in the shower. No magical dimensions I leave to.  Really...I got nothin. 

SO STAY OUT!!!
Thanks,
Your Mother

The only positive thing to come out of this is the new "Hidden Shower Flamingo" pose I've added to my yoga routine.  Oh yeah...you try holding that sucker for a few minutes and tell me your core isn't engaged!!