“So go ahead now. Ask Me anything. Anything. I will contrive to bring you the answer. The whole universe will I use to do this. So be on the lookout…The words to the next song you hear. The information in the next article you read. The storyline of the next movie you watch. The chance utterance of the next person you meet. Or the whisper of the next river, the next ocean, the next breeze that caresses your ear – all these devices are Mine; all these avenues are open to Me. I will speak to you if you will listen. I will come to you if you will invite Me. I will show you then that I have always been there. All ways.” -Neale Donald Walsch in CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD, BOOK 1
Sometimes I lose sight of the Universe’s belonging to God. Of His divine desire and ability to communicate with us through everything in our world.
I’ve prayed many a prayer for “signs” – billboards on which God would lead me down a particular path. Only to realize he’d been planting guideposts at every twist and turn, just not in the way I expected.
“But what if that’s not what He intended me to interpret? What if that sign was meant for someone else?” The voice of doubt spoke loudly.
And then something clicked. I don’t know when or remember how, but I realized…the way I interpret the Universe is the message I’m meant to receive. We’re always complicating things that aren’t actually complicated. God isn’t a gameplayer. He knows exactly how we’ll interpret his communication. If I responded to my environment a tenth as much as I doubt my ability to make meaning of it…hot damn. My trust muscle would be bulging!