I look for God everywhere, in everything. I can find Him in most things. Some might argue I see what I want to, and you know what? I’m okay with that. Because I’d rather see him and believe and be wrong. Because who does that hurt?
I believe he sends us little signs that he hears us. That he’s working on the things we’re so desperate for. I think he sends people when we need them. He makes sure we hear a certain song on the radio, read a certain article, stumble across a specific quote. I find God in the details of my daily life. I see him when I need him. I find him when things are good, smiling down. I trust these things because I have to. Faith isn’t easy. It’s believing with certainty something you cannot see. But I see him. And I’m sure you do, too. You just have to be looking.
I honestly don’t think there’s a true separation between the Christian world and the secular world. Or at least, I don’t believe that there’s supposed to be a separation. I think it’s okay to find God in the Top 40. I think it’s special to find God in the monotony of the day. A friend told me the other day “You always have the best God stories.” And I swear it’s just because I’m always looking for him, in everything.
I can string together a series of events and find the way God showed up. I think that’s the magic of faith. Life is tough and downright miserable at times. But I find comfort in looking back and seeing exactly where God appeared.
Today is my 8th anniversary with my husband. Eight years. In those eight years, we’ve moved six times. We’ve lost three jobs. And for the first two years of our marriage, at any given time, one of us was unemployed. We’ve lost pets. We’ve lost parents. We’ve fought over trash cans and we’ve lost friends. It’s been anything anything but rosy. But I can find God in our marriage. In every step. In every move, in every job loss, in every fight. We’ve grown, we’ve changed, and all the while we’ve thanked God for this incredible gift.
People search their entire lives for a love that’s real. A love that’s true. And I think Tim Keller said it best;
“To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear. But to be fully known and truly loved is, well, a lot like being loved by God. It is what we need more than anything. It liberates us from pretense, humbles us out of our self-righteousness, and fortifies us for any difficulty life can throw at us.”
Everything is hard. But nothing was as hard for me as feeling loved was back in the fall of 2003. But then a boy in a white Chevy truck pulled into the MHS parking lot to check on me. I never knew God’s company truck was a Chevy, but now I do.
Happy Anniversary, Bunny.
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