How Do You Connect to God Right Where You Are?

In the last several months, I’ve noticed a theme crop up in numerous conversations with friends, acquaintances, and strangers. That theme has, at its root, a question:

What does it look like for me to connect to God in my specific life station or personality type? 

This has a lot of bearing on the work done here at Still Forming, and I’ve begun to take this question seriously.

For instance, the foundation of this site is a week-daily invitation to a moment of stillness in your day. But what if moments of stillness rarely exist in your world? What do you do if quiet reflections of the heart are a luxury you can barely fathom?

Or, what if you’re an extrovert? What if you’d rather be outdoors than sitting quietly at your desk, reading the scriptures? What if you need to see and hear and touch God to know he’s real, rather than use your intuition?

In other words: 

Is there room for me and God to connect, no matter where I am in life or how I’m made? 

My response to that question is yes. And I’ll share more of my thoughts on this here with you as I continue to explore and consider the question. (Some of my thoughts on the question have been previously written here, here, here, and here.)

But for now, I’d like to open up an opportunity for you to share your input. 

Where is God where you live right now? How are you finding God in the midst of your current life station?

How do you connect to God through the way you’re made? How does he make himself uniquely personal to you and the person that you are?

Comments

[Lisa]

Oh those closing questions are good ones, and ones that I find myself pondering continually as I again navigate a significant change in life focus and scheduling.

God has so often spoken to me through novels, or even "trashy" television shows like Grey's Anatomy. That has been a gift to me in seasons where at the end of a crazy day or week I know I need time with Jesus, but also that I need time to shut off my brain just a bit and wind down. I think he's often also met with me on the bus, in between, as I wait and travel, whether out of necessity, or deliberate desire to rest and meet with him.

I think I often notice him most in the littlest of things, too. In the things I count for my daily 5 lists each evening - things that make me laugh, or giggle, or roll my eyes. Things that make me supremely grateful.

And now, now I'm waiting to see what new spaces and times he and I connect as this season progresses.