I had this dream last night about my dad. I love my dad and he is a great father to me. I really have been blessed with good parents.
I'll back up just a little bit to give a little bit of information. My grandma is a stalwart and very active
Latter-day Saint. She raised all of her kids in that religion, but my mom decided to not really grab ahold of it and made a different path for herself. My mom married my dad, who at the time was basically ex-Catholic and nothing else. He then became a Buddhist after they divorced, but never really practiced it, and one day he told me, "Shayna, do not talk to me about your religion." I wish at that time I would have understood the greater purpose of it. I am not sure what happened..but anyway...This is becoming a very long story.
Back to my dream--in my dream, he had realized that what I had was a special gem--not just a gem--but truth. His eyes were big and absorbent. He asked me why I believed in what I believed in. It hit me when I woke up--WHY do I believe in what I believe in? I had to think about it---honestly, deeply, seriously.
I believe in what I believe in because it gives me hope. It gives me a purpose. Without belief in God, without belief in a greater purpose of this life, without the belief that after we are all gone I can be with my family forever, without all that hard stuff we have to deal with in this life--at least without the pain of unknowing, not understanding--with the knowledge that I have that I came from a much greater, expansive, perfect and peaceful and moving and building and continuous foreverness world before I even got here, before I came to this limited, tumultuous, wild, rocky place where I often feel alone, fragile, weak, crumbled--well, I don't know if I could survive or if I would want to.
Then I realized, yeah, I am fragile, weak, and alone--I'm not with God anymore. I'm not in a place where things are forever--its like a temporary place, where anything could happen, anything could rip the world apart--and I can't get back to God on my own because He is so perfect--I would melt in His presence--I couldn't stand it, yet I long for it so much--and He longs for it, too--so He made a way for me, imperfect as I am, to come back Home.

Oh how much I owe my Brother, the One person who was perfect enough to pay my price to get back there. And with the perfect love of a Father, and of a Brother, all He asks us for us to be sincere, to follow His rules--which actually make us HAPPIER...all He asks us for us to do those things that make us happy, essentially--and to accept that ticket back home given to us by a very generous Benefactor, a ticket we would never have the ability to pay on our own. And He created this journey for us so that we could learn and become more like Him--what a perfect Father we have. Because, how could we gain a more perfect, deeper understanding without experiencing the pain of being away, the pain of this world and the pain of not being able to live with God--and the pain before we even got here of the lack of knowledge and maturity that comes from being on our own and knowing the difference between good and bad, between bitter and sweet.
I hope this wasn't too much for you, but I just had to share it, as it has been on my mind a lot. :) Back to regular programming :)