I breathe you in. You are indeed the finest thing in life.

I have been attempting to find you. And it turns out you have been with me all along.

I wished someone would have told me about you. But since I have discovered you on my own, it is far sweeter.

I begged to fall in love. To be with her. To feel magic. It was only my imagination that shaped her into a woman rather than a smiling crescent moon.

I grasped to feel her warmth, until the March sun heated my body.

I strained for deep conversations, until I watched the day become night… all the while having the most profound dialogue.

God is you.
What you’ve been searching for.
What you are trying to fill the void with.
Who you’ve been hoping to fall in love with.

You are relieved. Now.

It cannot be filled but one way.

When you are thirsty, you hydrate. When you are hungry, you satiate. When you seek to fill your emptiness with anything but god, you cannot satisfy.

You have no chance of filling the void, as you have come to know. This chasm of your imagination only exists as long as you are disconnected from God.

If you do not prefer God, you need not fear a three letter word. If you sense this vacancy, you have turned away from yourself.

Know that God’s “most loyal followers” are pressed up against the stained glass right now, but don’t yet know it.

In whomever there is a deep unsatisfied and unspoken feeling. An emptiness. A self betrayal or suppression. You are without God.

The regulars are suffering as much as the spiritual wanderers, do not confuse blind faith for commitment. These have always been appearances.

Now I’ll make this clear.

God is everything you know but cannot seem to fully trust without published literature. God is sunrise, sunset, and every splash of water. I cannot tell you where to look, only to open your eyes, ears, mouth, or nose.

The best chance you will have to connect to the source will be because you stopped. Especially trying to fill that chasm, only to watch it leak out the other end.

If you still need clarification…

This is not gods food.

This is not gods light.

This is not gods network.

This is not gods water.

This is not gods place of worship.

God is in you.

God does not need a cross or a church or two hands clasping together.

The story you think should be written isn’t the best story that could be written.

And any story you think you know the ending to is no more than a fraction of the most beautiful story that could ever be told.