I believe some pretty extraordinary things.

The first, I believe that you, I and every thing in existence was intentionally created and designed by an intelligent being. Crazy...

The second, I believe that being loves his creation (me and you) and earnestly desires to be in relationship with us... Even crazier, I know...

Daily, feebly, but intentionally I take the offer that stands before me, the offer to commune with the designer of my existence. For my entire life I have done this, sometimes more, sometimes less, but always moving ever so slightly into a deeper connection with God.

Should you want to know your creator, I have listed the three best places I have found to meet, talk, converse, understand, hear, yell, scream, praise, love, admire, feel, and know Him. The places I can feel his presence most, and the places I have found the most freedom to humbly express my honest, raw, feelings to the one who knows me best.

Waking

My eyes open, revealing a gentle light falling across my celling. My mind slowly follows, and now I am awake... So I talk to God. I talk to God now, before I enter the day, before I am faced with the stress, and onslaught of 1,000 worries that come with this thing called life.

I find when I lift up my worries, fears, requests, and thanks, to God, before the harsh, and unrelenting influences of life reach me, I am better equipped to handle the twists and turns that await me. I am able to make a connection to my creator giving me perspective on the life I am called to live this day.

Outside

I look, as far as my eyes can see nothing, nothing but the raw handiwork of God. Nothing man made, or man intended, or man thought. Only the thoughts, intentions and creation of God to surround me. It is here I can breathe deeply, and begin to sever the man-made from the God-made allowing me to directly connect with God as I am in direct connection with his creation. Being here inspires awe, stillness, and intimacy, as if I am in an artists gallery with only the artist and his work. It is here, that in addition to being known, I can know better my creator and allow my soul to draw closer to His.

Naked

Having been diagnosed with severe OCD at a young age, I quickly learned the shower is my safe place, my refuge, my sanctuary, a place where continuos cleansing water falls on me taking the “dirtiness” I feel down the drain never to haunt me again. So naturally I found that is was also a perfect place to talk to God. But not for the obvious reason, I found I loved to talk to God there, beneath the rushing water not because I was clean, but instead because I was vulnerable... Interestingly enough, to become clean, either physically, or spiritually, we must allow ourselves to become vulnerable in some way or anther. So the very physical act of becoming naked and cleansing my self, suddenly put my heart in a position to talk to God in a vulnerable, open and raw way. Away from any walls (physical or spiritual) I so often put up. Being naked and open in front of God allowed me to connect more deeply to his heart.