God? Yahweh? Jesus? Allah?
I do not know Your name.
I do not know Your gender.
I do not know how exactly You prefer to express Yourself and reveal Yourself to me and others throughout time.
You are simultaneously everywhere and nowhere and inside me and above me and below me — but mostly, with me.
There are bits of you in the sunrise and the Tanakh and caterpillars and the Quran and almonds and — yes — the Bible. You display Yourself in many ways.
You say that if humans search, we’ll find You. So here I am. Looking and searching and exploring and pursuing… and finding — but not what I expected, not how I thought I would discover You.
You surprise me over and over.
The way You are limited by nothing but love. The way You have compassion for me like a mom for her child. The way You are Spirit and yet also more.
And though I’ve never seen You, I always see You. Although I’ve never known You, I always notice You. Although I’ve been living and working and learning and You’re not always obviously the focus, You’re always there.
And so I trust You, whoever You are.
You’ve been faithful, You’ve been worthy, You’ve been real. You are real. Not real at all and concurrently more real than anything else.
You defy categories… by existing.
There is an intrinsic duality to You which never ceases to intrigue my intellect; there is an intrinsic compassion to You which never ceases to spark my love; there is an intrinsic holiness and completeness and wholeness and infinity to You which never ceases to mesmerize my mind.
Hello, God. ❤
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