What a great topic & some wonderfully captive posts.
I didn't choose God. At age 7 God chose me. I don't doubt this as I was faced with choosing from 3 schools & I opted for a choral school. Someone obviously pushed me in the direction of the Abbey School.
At 16 we moved to England & speaking only Geiligh & little English at a time of much anti- Irish(ism), I really needed my God & he was always there for me & never failed me.
I always refer to "My God". Having worked in various places throughout the world & sometimes in an NGO resettlement camp, witnessing a lot of suffering, I'm aware that we can all have different perceptions of our own higher power.
But I always talk to my God for an hour each day. As work still takes me to different places I speak with my God at my Abbey, in chapels, at airports, hospitals or even in a wide open space. My God is still always there for me.
We sometimes argue, we can fight, we joke as well as praying & talking together. I often ask questions but always get an answer. Sometimes the answe takes weeks but it always comes.
My God is my Father, my confident, adviser & best friend I am so lucky he chose to take me under his wing & test me.
Rath de Ort.
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