“How is God for you?” my friend asked, but I read it wrong.
I didn’t see the “for you” and I said, flippant but honest, “I reckon God is good as ever. Haven’t asked in a while.” And I guess maybe I read it right.
Because it made me go and ask God, “How are you?” And I looked up to the ceiling when I prayed it, but that was wrong too. I tucked my head down to my chest and closed my eyes, asked again.
“How are you?” And I really wanted to know. Because that’s how relationships between people work, and God is a Person.
“I’m in love with you.” The answer was instant. And God does that– responds to me faster than my brain can conjure, probably so I will really listen before I can get in my own way.
I took that in. That’s how God is? Not happy, sad, okay, fine, or the hundred other shifting ways we label our state of being– but in love. With me. That’s how God is.
“I want to be in love with you too,” I said it soft and close and I meant it.
“You will be.”
I smiled. And that’s how God is for me.
How is God for you?