At first, I wasn’t sure what had woken me up so early. Still half asleep, I rolled over in bed, barely making out the early morning sun just peeking over the horizon, shining light between the clouds. It had been a good dream, like being awashed in love, and I wanted to savor that feeling a little longer while the cool morning air brushed over my face.
Realizing I wasn’t alone in the room, I looked over to the side of my bed and saw God sitting in a chair, a sketchbook in her hands and a feather in her hair, happily humming a melodic tune while busily scratching away with a pencil. Weird even for God, I shook the last bits of drowsy from my head and asked her what she was thinking waking me up so early in the morning when I wanted to sleep in.
Amused, she looked at me with delight in her eyes and explained how she had been sketching out some ideas she had for my life and wanted to know what I thought it should look like. What did I want to have in my life? If I could choose anything I wanted, what would I want most?
It didn’t take me long to come up with the answer. With my dream still floating like mist at the edge of my consciousness, I took her sketch pad in my hands and wrote this:
“I do not ask for success. I do not ask for wealth. I ask for a full life of love, joy, meaning, and hope. I ask that my life will benefit more than just myself, that my life will be a blessing to others like seeds of flowers spread in their gardens. I ask to know your voice and to see your face.”
God took the paper from my outstretched hand, read it and smiled, telling me, “By asking for the truly important things, the ones that will last, your life will be rich in love, joy, meaning, and hope, and you will be successful to me.”
And thus it was.
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I just read your blog. Please explain to me why you feel God is a women I have never heard that one before.