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The Joy In Believing

The Joy In Believing

"The joy in believing" is my new favorite concept. I heard it in regard to a prominent pastor that passed away, but it clicked as a much larger concept than Christianity can claim alone. It reminds me of a concept I learned in college called, The Willing Suspension of Disbelief, which is what humans do when we want to succumb to fictional concepts, like going to the movies or reading a book. 

This resonated so deeply with me because my faith is a bit wonky, and is the perfect mix of traditional versus new age. It's what I've decided to believe, based on truth and evidences that I have witnessed, but also based on the overarching idea that love trumps all things. So whatever can get me into a loving space/vibration/prayer is what makes me the best version of me. 

In all honesty, I don’t need proof, because I have joy. The joy of believing. Plus, Miracles are all the proof I need, and those happen daily. I can recall multiple miracles that I’ve witnessed in the past year. Some are actual events that have occurred and are beyond what science can prove.


I had this awesome thing happen back when I was leading the Orange County Yellow Collective. A woman came up to me and asked if I was a Christian. She was confused because I talked about God and The Universe and vibes and prayer all interchangeably. I laughed and said, "I guess I can be a bit confusing, huh?" I told her I believed in God, but I also believed in the ideas surrounding the power of energy and positive thinking (which to me is the equivalent as prayer and gratitude combined). 

I’m just a believer in the energy that makes life a miracle. I think love is what I’d actually label it.

Sounds like some hippie dippy bullsh*t, right? But who cares?! That’s what I believe.


Some days I like taking my gratitude and hopes and fears to someone, and it’s God that I talk to. Some days I like following someone, and it’s Jesus who I go to. Some days I like emulating someone and it’s the ancient yogis. Some days I need a faith strongest in myself and that’s when I ask the whole freakin' universe to have my back. Some days I need wisdom and I feel for my angels. Maybe I’ll learn that it’s a Christian God when I get to where I’m going. Maybe I’ll reincarnate and learn that I just pass through and through until my mission is complete. I don’t really care much at this point and on this day, but I know this for sure: It’s the joy in believing that I have. It’s love that I have. And nothing is better than the gift of love.

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