A Faith Based Bohemian

Lately I've been rediscovering the beauty of renewed faith at another level daily.  For a true bohemian spirited individual faith is not a concept but a lifestyle.  It is not a religious tenet nor is it a medium of exchange to get God to give me anything.  Faith is not a wishbone or a rabbit's foot, something to hold onto hoping for a gift from above. After fumbling my way through a few of life's ups and downs I've come to understand that faith is simply for me a way of living.  Trusting that every need will be supplied and every delight will be delivered is an act of faith. Once I removed the borders from my thinking on how I would like to live it all became crystal clear.  I may not know the specifics or the details to which things will unfold and its okay.  Its perfectly fine not to know. The bohemian spirit within is one that is free and uninhibited yet guided. This spirit is light and unguarded, childlike, trusting and joyful. When I yield to my inner spirit, my true identity I feel so much more at ease and myself.  This person quietly and consistently knows that all is always well.  This is faith.  The Bible that I was taught from says that "faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things unseen." That is quite enough for me.  Anything more than that will tempt me to complicate matters more.  It is sublimely sufficient for me to know that I do not have to know it all, all that I truly need to know is the One who holds it all. I struggle to keep things simple. In fact I love the elementary version of faith as translated in one of those NLV Bibles, "now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."  Come on, how easy is this?! I can't screw this up.  In fact my goal is to weave it into a personal manifesto for living fully. Now, as in each moment, I inhale what I see whatever the situation is and exhale in certainty what I hope for and take a step into what I've just exhaled. I have the Supreme Being of the Universe living in me in spite of all of my flaws, so if He breathed into a lifeless form of a man and expected him to live and maintain dominion I can and will exhale or breathe onto things in my life that aren't as they should be so that they will take form and function properly.  Yes, I like the sound of that, don't you?  It gives sighing a new and positive appeal.My only job is to show up for life.  I trust that in the little things and the tiny things, because they're all little when you try to see things from Divinity's perspective, I will always, always, always be provided for, guided and directed even up into the very instant that the need presents itself. This lifestyle demands me to steady myself in an envelope of peace so that I can be comforted at every moment, every crazy moment. I laugh to myself remembering just such a time when I was completely out of gas and money at how I was catching onto this newfound alternative lifestyle of faith. So its beyond sweltering outside and all I knew to do was to pull over to the nearest gas station and wait for the answer to come.  Yes, here I am in the heat of the day sweating like a pig yet never panicked.  I was so cute too in my sundress and shades although my hair was expanding by the minute.  I had just enough to buy myself something cool to drink and a snack so I did just that. I went inside purchased my snack, cooled off and returned to my thirsty chariot.  I sat there and simply waited for who should I call or what should I do to come to me.  I was literally out of money. It is still very funny to me how I maintained text conversations with friends as I sat there in that hot car.  Little did my out of state friends know I was actually texting them while in a Mazda sauna. So I sat, waited, chatted and texted as cheerily as I could and then I did it. I exhaled. After nearly an hour a dear friend whom I hadn't talked to in quite a while called wanting to share some very cool news with me.  I was so excited to talk with her and rejoice in her baby news that I was caught up and nearly forgot about my dilemma. As I continued chatting with her, I felt the green light within that my help had indeed arrived. I enjoyed catching up with her, laughing and grasping her newfound epiphanies and wanted to take her up on her offer to continue our visit but first I allowed my dear girlfriend an opportunity to rescue me.  It was settled she would arrive refuel the car and my spirit and all would be right with the world again as we continued our visit over wine.  Well, I would drink the wine and she would share more stories, as she is now with child and I cannot contribute to the alcohol intake of a poor unsuspecting fetus.  I was relieved and totally at peace awaiting my help as I sat there and enjoyed my drink.  Its funny now as I reflect upon her concern for me. I assured her that I would be just fine as I waited for her to come. I had a book, my journal and the heat was a wonderful weight loss catalyst. What more could I want?  This is a lifestyle of a pure faith based bohemian.  I'm catching on, losing weight, no releasing the weight and all is right with the world.