The best way to find God is to find love.
The other day, while in the car, I opened my Smartphone and asked Siri to speak to a colleague whose name was unique and started with a G. Interestingly enough, Siri “thought” that I asked to speak to God. She replied that she did not see God in my contacts and asked if she should try other locations. I laughed. What the heck, I exclaimed!
I then asked myself: Is there a metaphor in all of this? I could laugh it off as some unique situation, or I could consider that somehow there was a message to me, perhaps even others.
I consider myself a spiritual person although not necessarily religious. I try to approach my life in awareness that there are no accidents, that life carries messages all the time, and that there is more to the universe than I can fully recognize.
But I get busy. You too, I suspect. For example, at high speed, I forget the subtle and powerful messages being thrown at me on a daily basis. I use painting or gardening to find a way to reconnect with God and life’s mysteries. When I am successful, I feel very blessed. When I am not, I get lost.
Up until this particular phone call, I admit I was feeling just that – lost. God gets in my thinking, I realized, but not always. I am impatient and anxious, not the best of examples of a centered soul.
So, where to go with all of this? I believe it’s a reminder. To slow down, breath, take into our awareness the rarity of each moment, and the beauty of those we love. I inadvertently called God, and She/He didn’t quite answer, but as a result I was reminded of something that I needed very much. To be connected to something larger than me. Get me in your contacts was the suggestion. Alright already. I’ll do just that.