My husband and I went to a market days event in the Texas Hill Country. There were a few booths that were selling crystals. I always feel very excited whenever I see that because I love collecting crystals. I always like to touch them and feel the energy coming off of them.
Just recently we were in Fort Worth, and I went into a shop where crystals were being sold. I felt like a kid in a candy store. The rocks had great energy and I found a few more to add to my collection. Today, something was different. I went to the booths and I touched the rocks, but I didn’t really feel the energy that I usually feel. In fact, on a few of the crystals, I got a bad feeling like a dead or negative energy. When I got home, I looked up some of the stones and found out that my intuition was guiding me in the right direction. The stones were stones, but they aren’t naturally occurring. When people change the properties of the crystals, they are still beautiful and they still have an energy, but the crystal energy that I am seeking that makes me feel good isn’t the same. It is almost like taking a battery and manipulating it so that it doesn’t carry an electric charge when I pick it up.
For me, the point of the story wasn’t the properties of the crystals. I have begun to feel more confidence in myself as a person. When I touched those stones, I knew that something wasn’t right, and I didn’t have anything to tell me what it was. I just knew. I had faith in myself to believe and just walk away. Then, I do research and find out I probably was right.
I feel the same about my faith in God, except I am so much more confident in my faith in God, and I know I’ll never have proof. I just know what I know about God. It’s something deep inside of me. No one tells me. No one can dissuade me and prove it to be wrong. I can’t do any research to find out if I am right, but it doesn’t matter. Faith lives through me. And when things like this happen with the crystals, things that can’t be explained, things that can’t be proven, I feel like God is telling me that faith is real. I really should trust those things inside. They aren’t just a chemical reaction in my brain. They aren’t just a fantasy of thought. There’s so much more than I could ever dream. I hope I am right.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
