Sometimes I see God.
I see God in the sunrise.
Or the sunset.
I see God in others.
When they are kind.
When they are compassionate.
When they exude joy.
I see God in nature.
In the renewal of spring.
In the colors of fall
From the heights of a mountain
From the shores of a beach
Sometimes I hear God.
When the still small voice nudges me past what I would “normally” do. Past my dreams. Past the ebb and flow of “normal.”
When the very loud shoves says, “THIS IS WRONG!” and I speak up against an injustice.
When others speak to me in ways they “normally” don’t and I understand in that moment that their words are prophetic.
Sometimes I feel God.
And I know in those moments I’m loved beyond what is humanly possible.
Am I really seeing, hearing, and feeling?
Not in the “normal” sense.
But there is no norm for God.
Perhaps we have a 6th sense.
A spiritual sense.
One that awakens with re-birth.
In any case, sometimes I experience these things.
It is in the other times that I pray for God to help my unbelief.
Until Everyone Hears,
Mark 9:24 - Immediately the father of the child cried out, “I believe; help my unbelief!”
Art used with permission from Rev Chris Suerdieck