Sometimes I’ve found God in beautiful places 
    like snowcapped mountains 
    or crashing surf.

Other times, God boldly shows up in the people I meet each day.
Enough sermons and friendships have prepared me for these discoveries.

I can even understand that God doesn’t always show up at my command.  
And I’ve learned this whole thing called life is basically God’s show, not mine.

But I still have a hard time fully accepting that God lives in me.  
    And that God works through me to connect with others.  
    Or that God also needs me to help keep nature beautiful.  

If I’m God’s dwelling place, 
    then God has lived around me enough to know all of me, 
        with my happiest moments 
        and my foulest moods.

So why is it so hard for me to see God as a friend 
    who loves me 
    and will never leave?

Lord, 
    you have chosen to be with me long before I knew you.
And what amazes me most 
    is that you seem to more at home within me that I am.

But that gives me hope that, 
    soon,
    I’ll see what you see in me, 
    and 
    love what you love in me.