Yes I am. something.

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I am not a Mormon, but what would that mean if I was? I have found people on the blogger world that are Mormons and have incredible, hope, compassion, Faith in humanity, family ties that are unbreakable.
What am I? I am undefined at the moment in the religious world. Or should I say not quite in a certain genre of religion. I am raised Catholic but not considered one the "flock" since I am remarried without annullment. I am a very spiritual person and see God in my life everyday. I believe in Jesus Christ as the son of God and as savior for those who call upon him and believe in him.
So what does that make me? A displaced gentile?
I have thought about finding a new church. But have ties to the old from history. Either way Mormon is from the outside a way of life. I admire their courage to simply follow the rules.
It appears to me that the tenacity to "do the right thing" as exampled by Jesus Christ and his desciples should be a religion.? What religion is that?
What religion accepts people with their hearts in their hands and regret in their mouths and says come in and try harder?
What religion celebrates the different and accepts those who accept them?
I hope I havent offended anyone that is not my intention at all, I guess I am wrestling with the need for something bigger than my nightly prayers.
Last night Jack pulled out his one and only baby doll. (Yes a baby doll, and he loves her)
I said to him should she say her prayers too.
He looked at me, thought then smiled.
As we (Jack and I) recited his prayers he worked her hands and repeated as well as he could our prayers to his baby.
He has it.
he understands what we are doing. He kissed her and hugged her and loved her up before putting her under his Daddys arm.
He felt happy to give her blessings.
As I feel happy sharing his blessings at night.
We need something more I guess.
As far as being grateful or Thankful, I am that too. More in a bit.

Comments

Marinda said…
I feel the same way as you about religion. I was raised non-denominational in a church that was closest to protestant I guess. But I realised at an early age that I didn't like how they were doing things. My mom and my sister still follow it "religiously" lol and my sister raises her kids by what they say but I stopped going when I moved out of my parents house. They go by the bible exactly and want you to follow the rules but they make me feel like everything is bad that I do. They don't teach the kids about santa or the easter bunny or let them go halloweening. They don't really watch tv, unless it's something approved of or listen to the radio other than music from like 40 years ago that won't have any "bad" stuff in it. So according to what my family believes I'm pretty much going to hell and felt that way a long time now. I don't want Oliva raised that way though. I want her to have all the fun of childhood and to be able to do things and express herself without thinking she's bad for doing it. So I have strayed from religion but do feel I need something more in my life but I know it's not what I was getting before
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