That notion of a God way up in the sky, way past the clouds,
has become, for better or worse, a thing of the past for me. Now in my mid-50’s, I realize that
wherever I am, God is. He/She is around me, but more importantly, He/She is within me. That divinity of pure goodness,
of love, of that best part of myself, lies God.
He/she is not a mythical Santa Claus like figure, who I ask for things I
want. He/she does not hold a power over me but guides me in that still small
voice. He/she is that intuitive part of
myself that knows when I make that higher rather than lower choice I will feel
it in my gut, in my inner self if only I listen.
He/she resides in the deepest part of my heart. Carried here, where only the purest, cleanest,
part of myself resides. God does not
need to be shouted nor does He/She have to be on a bumper sticker on the back part of
my car. It is enough to know that
wherever I am, God is.
