There’s something I’ve been sitting with lately…
this idea of belief and how personal it really is.

I don’t need anyone to tell me what to believe
or who I should follow.
Not because I think I know everything,
but because my relationship with the world, with spirit, with whatever we call ‘God’
is something I feel, not something I’m told.

And I’ve always tried to offer that same respect back.
I don’t judge you for your beliefs.
I don’t tell you what path to walk.
I don’t ask you to change who you are to make me comfortable.

So it’s hard….
when belief becomes something rigid,
something that spills over and starts to shape how others are treated.
When it stops being personal
and starts quietly hurting the people around it.

Maybe ‘suffer’ isn’t quite the word….
but you can feel it, hey?
That heaviness.
That tension when love gets replaced with rules.

I think belief can be fluid.
Alive.
Something that grows as we grow.

The ‘God’ I speak with – or feel, or sit with –
is not judgemental.
Not demanding.
Not something to be feared.

It doesn’t shame.
It doesn’t divide.
It doesn’t ask me to turn away from humans.

If anything….
it softens me.
It reminds me to be kinder,
to listen more,
to hold humans gently in this strange, beautiful life.

Maybe belief isn’t about being right.
Maybe it’s about being loving.

At the end of the day,
I just hope we can let each other walk our own paths….
without fear, without pressure
and with a little more understanding.

Because whatever ‘God’ is….
I don’t believe it would ever ask us to hurt each other in its name 🤍

Love Rain x