Another Name For God

This came to me after reading a post asking, Who Named God.

My name is Kristy. This is what most people call me but my Dad calls me Krizmo and my Grandpa called me Krystalina. My daughter calls me Mommy or sometimes Mama. My ex has a name for me that he is wise enough to only use when I can’t hear. For each of these people I am my version of who they need me to be. For my Father, I am a daughter, for my daughter I am a mother and at any moment, I am still exactly who I am. It really doesn’t matter what I am called or the role that I am playing for someone. I am both savior to my daughter and villain to her father. I am still me.

God is still God, or Source, or Goddess or Universe, Spirit, Jesus, etc. The role that God play in our lives changes as our relationships get more complex. Before I knew God’s truth I looked at God as a stranger, then an acquaintance, someone I may have drawn conclusions about. Later, I found a trusted friend, my sounding board, confidant and guide. Then, when I truly began to understand the vastness of true, pure love that God is, it was as if I were an obsessed lover, clinging to the moments of grace that blessed my life. Clinging to these moments of greatness and waiting impatiently for the next.

Later-Now, I’ve come to recognize that God’s pure bliss and joy are everywhere. Every moment is a moment of grace and my relationship with God has transformed again. Now I know that God is everything. God is me. Kristy is another name for God.

Like someone that I’ve been married to for the past 36 years, it is simple yet complex. Comfortable yet still there is work to be done. Love to be tended to and maintained yet easy, or at least easier. Our relationship has evolved to the point that I still recognize my ability to be separate but choose not to be.