Driving with God

Posted on November 11, 2013

Driving With God

“I’m glad you’re with me today, Father.”

I’m always with you, my dear. I’m glad you’re aware of me today.

“This imagining thing that Fr. Martin suggests…well, I guess it was St. Ignatius who earlier suggested it for understanding more about Christ…isn’t something I know much about, Father. It feels so presumptuous to imagine You here with me. Can we just be quiet here together for a while?”

I know. There’s not any need to talk. We can just drive together.

A few minutes later.

“I have a question, Father.”

Only one?

“Ha! I don’t know when or if to go public with the blog I’m working on for You, WWMB. I don’t want to put it out there, if it is not what you want from me. Or if You believe I’m/we’re not ready. Or, if I somehow might do something wrong or say something that might lead another person to go astray. What should I do, Father. And when.”

Do you believe that I led you to the writing that you’ve been doing?

“Yes.”

Do you believe that I use things and people to my own purpose? And is my purpose good?

“Yes…and, of course!”

What is your fear? Are you concerned about what I might do with your work, who I might bring to your web blog, or are you concerned about whether something you do might be wrong or weakly reasoned or uninspired? How much of what you’re feeling is ego?

“Okay…I think I get where You’re going. You’re in control. But …(Angel: Really? What on earth are you doing, arguing, questioning God? Shhh, I’m new at this. He understands!) …what if I start the blog and then my work schedule gets in the way? What if I don’t maintain the blog, and, as is true for so many others, it just falls by the wayside and withers?”

What if?

“So, you’re suggesting that if I continue to follow Your lead, either outcome is …well, if not worthy, then at least redeemable…something? Or that You can still work with stuff, even incomplete stuff, if You choose…That what I learn about myself and about my relationship with You may be as important as what I lead others to learn about You and that in the end, it’s all up to You anyway?….hmph!”

A little later:

“I love you so very much, Father.”

I love you, too.

A bit later yet:

“WOW! How do You DO that? The sun shining through the mist, the snow-capped mountains, the fog lying along the ground in the valley. And the colors today are iridescent! What a day You have made for our drive! Thank you, Father!”

It’s one of my favorite things to do. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

And again later:

“Father, do You feel sadness or remorse for the world. Are You concerned about the state our world is in? How does that work for You? It seems like You, as awesome God, would be, should be kind of above it all…unaffected by all the sin and greed and deceit and hatred that exists in our world. And yet, You love us and care for us. How does that work?”

I don’t so much feel those things, as I understand them. I was there. I lived among you. I felt the things you’re feeling… your human emotions – love, anger, joy, sadness, remorse. I know how your pain feels. I try to help you use the pain you’re experiencing to strengthen you in your quest to find me. I rejoice with you when you take even the smallest step toward me.

“Don’t You ever tire of all my whiney doubts and questions? How am I possibly worthy of Your presence here in the car with me, talking to me and painting beautiful scenes for us to see as we drive along?”

I’m always here ready to talk and to listen, painting beautiful vistas. I’m always present with you. It’s nice to have you here present with me. We should do this more often.

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Slow Down, Pay Attention

Thank you for being here with me, Father.
For allowing me to feel Your presence,
To experience the warmth of Your love,
To imagine You sitting here with me,
A friend,
A healer,
A lover, present in all things.

I like to tell myself
I have full faith in You, Father.
Yet, why is it,
That I am surprised?
Unbelieving of Your gifts?
Your answers to my prayers?
For healing me
And others?

Why is it, My child,
That you’re uncertain of My work in you?
Of My answers to your prayers?

Why does your belief in Me wobble and waffle,
As you await ‘just one more day’ of healing?
Just one more day to assure yourself
You are really and truly healed?
Really and truly free of the condition
From which I freed you?

Does it have to be gone forever?
This condition, so distracting, so debilitating?
Or could I have answered you
With real relief just for a minute?
Or an hour?
Or a day?
Or a week?

I have freed you
Of your cursed itching now for nearly two weeks.
What is enough relief
For you to thank Me
And offer Me your gratitude?

How long must you find relief,
In order for you to believe
I have answered your prayer?
Performed what to you seems like a miracle?
Rid you of a condition
From which you have suffered for most of 20 years?

Come to me now, My daughter,
And believe in Me, trust in Me,
And in My abundant care for you,
Even in these little nagging things.

I am with you and shower you with My love
Every day in all sorts of little ways.
Slow down and pay attention.
Find Me,
Abide with Me,
Where every good thing,
Life itself,
Abundant and blessed,
Awaits you
In Me.

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