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  • Writer's pictureSharon Beck-Doran

Meditation on Beginning

Updated: Nov 5, 2022

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I want to be still and reflect for just a minute. I’m going to mentally set down the Bible for a moment. That’s hard to do because I’ve studied it my entire life. It’s not far, just to the side. Just for a moment.

I’m going to set aside the word “god” because for some people it’s problematic. That little word G-O-D can have a lot of baggage. I recognize that it doesn’t always mean to others what it means to me. It’s just a word. We give it meaning. I’m just going to set it aside. Just for a moment. It’s not far away.

I want to think about what it means to begin, how grateful I am to exist. I feel so much grace, just to be here and how thankful I am to be and to be loved.

I know that’s not true for everyone. I know there are people who wish they were never born. My heart grieves for them.

How did I get my beginning? Sure, I strongly resemble my mom and dad. I sound like them, look like them and even act like them sometimes. But where did I come from? The thousands of generations that culminated into this moment of chance and circumstance to create me. Is my being an accident? Or an opportunity?

Either way, I am thankful. Thankful for this accidental opportunity called life that propels me forward toward, what? The next moment of possibility?

I am just a spec. An insignificant blip in the universe that expands far and wide, so deep I can hardly perceive it. The energy that makes it all move, where did it come from? Where is it going? Can something so big even exist and something so small be considered a part of it?

I sit in the sun, soaking in the warmth of its life giving glow. I wonder in amazement how I should be so fortunate to experience its radiance. Surely this brilliance is a gift. But from whom? Who can I thank for my being?

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