God lives...

In me. In my mouth, in my actions. In the highs, in the lows and in the spaces between.

I always used to think that God was in the good stuff, and when things weren't going so well I had moved away from God somehow and needed to get back there, back when everything was ok. That was until I sneeked a peek of him in the stuff that didn't feel so good. There she was in all her splendor, mirth glinting in her eyes, a knowing smile playing on her lips, and to be honest, while I was reassured that she was still there, I was a little irritated by her good humour. Couldn't she see how tough things were going for me? Couldn't he tell how bad I felt, how sad I was? Wasn't he going get me out of the situation? Something stirred in me and told me that she already had and I had an urge to take a look in the mirror, a really good look.

And right there deep in my eyes, deep past the sadness, past the frustration, past the anger there it was, the faintest glint of mirth. I looked deeper and deeper, deep past my limiting beliefs, past my past hurts and disappointments, deep into the source of my joy and contentment, right into my soul and suddenly there she was radiant with shining eyes and a knowing smile playing on her lips, and the funny thing is, she looked just like me.

God lives... In me.