dailydatewithgod

What is it about the things we see that touch us so much?  How is it possible to have a feeling based on a visual expression of love or art or nature?  I wonder if it is the association to the actual thing or experience or if our eyes in fact communicate to those other parts of our brain.  Perhaps the very act of gazing at something in wonder, astonishment or appreciation activates our heart center in such a way as to awaken to love and beauty.  One of the ways that I am able to still my soul and quiet my mind is to engage in gazing. It matters little at which I am gazing.  When the focus of attention goes to the element in front of my eyes after a time it begins to show its intricacies.  I gaze to know it deeper and cultivate a fascination where none existed before.  I shut out all things except the focus of my gaze and it is as though its energy comes alive.  I know that God gazes at us in wonder all the time.  God longs to share with us the beauty of our intricate natures and to share with us that when we are broken down into the most minute element we are love.  Our energy alive and well in the world is love. God would create nothing less.  I do not pretend to think that I could see so easily as God sees but by gazing in appreciation of something I slowly begin to remember the love energy in and through all things that is God.

I learned a long time ago that in order to feel closer to God I had to invite God closer.  It started out as a simple conversation where I questioned whether God even cared what I was doing or going through.  I almost stated it as a challenge that if God really cared he would come in closer.  I am not shy about letting God know that I need him to be bigger and more obvious in my life.  The feeling of being alone in my soul is wretched.  It is in those moments of distance that I find myself willing to see the nearness of God as present in a way I had not considered. The courage to open my mouth and ask for what I need sparks the process of opening my eyes to another facet of God’s presence in my life.  I could not or would not see it unless all my usual ways were not working.  I try to focus on the desire to be near my Creator instead of the aching sense of separation.  Time and time again I am shown that the separation I feel is not real. I am only imagining it.  But instead of making myself wrong, when I remember to extend self-compassion, I see that I need only let my heart move through my eyes.  Then the nearness reappears and a whole new part of my spirit is given breath.  In our daily dates I show my commitment to our time together and have learned to be there even when it seems as though God is far away.  My sense of God’s nearness is still my sense of it and when pushed to max, I am opened to let go of my sense and take in some God sense.