Toward the end of 2011, in the thick of spiritual transition, I started thinking about my spiritual life in terms of bread crumbs. At a very low point, I felt a nudge to look for these seemingly small morsels of nourishment, and found more that I thought was there. Little by little, bit by bit, and yet in the end, a feast.
A bread crumb can be anything: words, interactions, moments of clarity or wonder, beauty. I’m inspired by the idea that all beauty is of God, and therefore to interact with beauty is to interact with God. It’s not the only way, but it’s a way that has become precious to me.
If I had to make a statement of faith, I’d say it looks like putting one foot in front of the other. It looks like being fed each day, like saying yes to my life. It looks like me breaking down with surprised gratefulness when I see how much is really there. It looks like extending this bread to my neighbor I’m yet to find a perfect metaphor for it all, or a perfect way to live it out, but I know what it means to be fed in surprising ways and places. This is what I hope for, believe in, and seek out.
The spiritual transition I mentioned earlier hasn’t ended by any means. I’m realizing that it might not, ever. If I seem frail in this space, it’s because I’m learning to live in an in-between place, after many years of perceived certainty.
There is nothing more fascinating to me than stories about people and God, however that looks. I would love to hear from you, in a comment, or email, or maybe in the form of a guest post. You can email me at emjluna (at) gmail (dot) com, find me on Twitter, or check out my Facebook page.