When I was a little girl, the idea of Truth was so comforting to me. It was logical. If something was true, I could relax. No need to try to be right or argue for my point. Truth was truth. And that was that. What a relief to a kid trying to “become someone” in a world that didn’t seem to make a whole lot of sense.

Growing up watching news reports of the Vietnam War and the Civil Rights movement, reading about pollution and how people hurt animals and other people, sometimes I struggled to understand how to find peace with it all, let alone understand where I fit in.

But when I remembered that there was something Greater than everything that seemed to be going on on the television and in the newspapers, it was as if my whole being breathed a giant sigh of relief. When I remembered the Truth that Love was Everything, then everything felt okay again.