Apparently, I’ve been raptured LOL.
Funny story here… My mom became born again as a Christian in 1980 something. (Personally, I feel born again every morning when I get out of bed. I digress.)
At the time of mother’s enlightenment, my sister and I were young adults. It was not unusual to find brochures about the rapture laying around mother’s condo. My mom’s not-so-subliminal way of trying to make sure we were saved. (Like coupons, only better.)
“Cindy, (my name in a previous life,) There may come a time when you and I are at the movies and the Lord comes for me. So just be prepared because if that happens, you will look over to find my seat empty, with just my clothes in a pile where I used to be.” No embellishment. She really said that.
As a believer in something bigger than me, I pondered the arrogance of her remark. If your God teaches ‘judge not,’ who are you to say whether or not I get picked for the naked team up in Heaven!?!
Whatever you believe, Happy New Year. As for me in my house, I am open to all of it. I believe we are all walking each other home at some point anyway.
And in the meantime, I plan to continue to milk the shit out of my journey. Creating my happiness. Finding my joy. And practicing my bliss.Hap