Random Thoughts about God, Life and Stuff

About a year ago I began writing down my random thoughts.  At times they are truly bizarre.  I amaze myself at the ideas and images that pop into my mind.  God truly reveals Himself to me in a unique fashion.  We truly have a one-on-one relationship. It is rare, certainly one of a kind, and there is no religiousness about it. He tells me secrets and I embrace them.  At times, I feel I can actually finish His sentences. God thinks about me, He thinks about you too!  When He and I talk, I ask Him what He is thinking about. What He is up too? And what are His plans concerning me? In these times... I get to be me, vulnerable and unashamed.     Yes, God and me... we be mates.

I am required to bring only one thing to our intimate rendezvous... stillness.  

God often speaks to me in the tub, or late, late at night. I have received profound revelation while ironing.  I have been stirred into deep contemplation while staring at the ocean. Countless divine dialogues have occurred in the evening with a glass of wine.  Some of my most dynamic inspirations have come through nature.  I totally get Ralph Waldo Emerson when he wrote,

 "Never lose an opportunity to see anything that is beautiful.  It is God's handwriting - a wayside sacrament."   

Yet, sometimes God's passion and the depth of His heart manifest when life is ugly, unfair and violent.  He desires me to feel His heartache. He wants me to listen to Him.

Just to give you a taste, here are today’s random thoughts:

Jesus defied the forces of nature when He walked across the water.  He walked as a man, not as a spirit. Although at first glance, his disciples thought He was a phantom upon the water.  Jesus always looks unreal, unrecognizable from a distance.  It is only up close, in his presence that His realness is revealed.

My random thoughts:  I wonder if Jesus feet got wet?  I am curious if He felt the pressure of the water as He reached in and grabbed Peter’s hand?  Lastly, did his clothing leave a puddle once He stepped on board the boat?   Contemplating the Divine...


Until next time,
Cheryl