I asked God a question today. What do you want from me? I wasn’t even expecting a coherent answer. Or any answer for that matter. Does God actually speak to us? Immediately upon speaking my thoughts, I sensed a response. Not a loud, clear voice. Nothing audible. Still, vitally real and clearly registered:
Greet me in the morning. Say goodnight to me when you go to bed. Include me in your day. Make me a part of it. I want to help you do this. I am not just here to carry you through. I want to be in the middle of where you need me most. You try to do too much on your own. Let me start helping you. This is what I want not only from you, but for you.