I often fall into the mindset, "It's all up to me", even in how I relate to God. I become anxious about wanting to go deeper in my relationship with God and then strive to figure out how to do just that. The striving takes my eyes off the One I'm seeking and turns them to the enormity of the task of trying to relate to a God who's invisible.  Distractions, busyness, noise, and emotions are but a few of the daily challenges that interfere with my attempts at connecting.

People all over the globe from the beginning of time have attempted all kinds of means of getting the gods to pay attention. Some crawl on their knees for hundreds of miles. Others pierce their bodies and drag heavy weights. In ancient days many sacrificed infants in an attempt to relate to a god they believed to be out there somewhere.

If it were all up to me, I wouldn't know where to begin to seek God. How to break through the barrier of the physical world into the spiritual. To bridge the gap between what can be seen and what is concealed. To reach out like a "Who" down in "Who-ville" to a giant Horton. To shout at the top of my voice amidst the racket of the hustle and bustle of planet earth and hope to be heard by the Cosmic Source of Life. (I wonder what it sounds like from up there?)

But, it's not all up to me. The Creator of the Universe seeks a relationship with me. Oh, wonder of wonders! He looks for me. He hears me. He speaks. He shows up in unexpected places. He loves. He abides. He is nearer than near - Christ within me. The thought would send me into the realm of dreams and  fairytales if I didn't believe that it were true down into the depths of my being.