I feel like I’ve known God for most of my life. I guess He’s just been one of those constants that’s been there since I was young, like grape-flavored Hi-Chews, ice-cold Yakults, mint chocolate chip ice cream, and my parents slapping me with a rice paddle as a punishment.
But there was something missing. I believed that God was there looking out for me, but it felt like I couldn’t see Him. It was like being in a dark and endless room playing Marco Polo.
Whenever I would ask for a sign, I’d expect like a huge, once-in-a-lifetime moment where the sun would shine directly on me. Choirs would sing as God would reach out. That never happened.
I can’t specifically name a specific turning point, but I will name a passage. 1 Kings 19:9-12
I scarily related to Elijah: a man scared and outcast from the world, looking for God. But here’s what really struck me. Elijah knew where God was. It wasn’t in the big storms or earthquakes, but instead He was in the soft whisper.
I feel like I’ve been looking in the wrong places for God. I’ve been looking at the heavens when God is here with us. Sure, God works in the big things like miracles and life-changing experiences to call us. But I feel like we forget that God is personal and works in small ways as well.
When I experience the love of people during worship, the laughs I get with the friends, and the compassion and sacrifice that many of my friends and family give to help me, I see God in all of it.
It’s not easy to see God in today’s world with all of the chaos we go through, and it’s so easy to get caught up in it. We ask to see God’s glory in the world, but where are we looking for it?
Take a look at your life, and not just your past but on your daily life. Look past the bad and look at what you have to be thankful for. Did you smile? Did you laugh? Did you somehow manage to do all 50 pushups during small group? I’m happy to bet that God is somewhere in there.