Communing With God
Well, the flights are booked, and we’ll be heading to California the first week of September. It seems a long way off but it will be here before we know it.
In the late 90s, I lived in Foster City, CA south of San Francisco near Silicon Valley. It was a great place to live. I had an apartment on the second floor overlooking the bay. I worked from home then and was able to take a break to go for a walk or ride my bike along the path on the water. It was heavenly.
A friend of mine had helped me find an old, red Porsche 944 that had been stuck in a parking garage for years and barely driven. I was able to pick it up for a very low price and looked like I was driving an expensive car when I really wasn’t.
The 944 wasn’t one of the faster models like the 911 or 924, but it held its own. Because Foster City was on the peninsula, I was able to hop over to the oceanside by Half Moon Bay or Santa Cruz, up to San Francisco, or over to the mountains to Tahoe in a relatively short time.
My favorite of all things was to drive the Porsche down Hwy 1 along the coast. For those who have seen it, you know what I mean when I say it’s like driving along a heavenly highway. The road is up high, and you can see for miles up and down the coast. The beaches, though mostly rocky, are beautiful and the fog rolls in over the cool water onto the hills.
The photo above was taken a few years back when the Mrs. and I made the drive down the coast. It was spectacular and it’s where I’d like to revisit in September.
The main thing about that road is the feeling you get that you are escaping from the stresses of life. It’s the feeling of freedom. A sense of God’s greatness and a sense of awe for just how majestic the world is He created. It was a place to connect with God and nature.
It doesn’t take a California highway to connect with God nor does it take a red Porsche. But, that does help! No, you can connect the same way sitting under a tree at the park or taking a walk along a country road.
Lately, for me, it’s been the walk downtown in the mornings. Listening to the breeze in the trees, the sun coming up and shining through the trees, and the birds singing in the background.
Sure, the setting is right for me to sense God, but there’s one more thing that has needed to happen. I’ve needed to put aside my thoughts, clear my mind, and simply listen & breathe. It’s harder than it seems.
So often, when we pray, we want to recite a list of our needs to God and then hope he hears them. Often, I think what God wants from us isn’t to recite a bunch of needs, but to stop and just commune with Him. In order to commune, we need to find a way to hear Him. The best way to hear anyone is to put our needs aside and just listen.
People often say, ‘I pray and never hear God’. I know the feeling. It’s hard to hear a still, small voice when life is screaming in our ears. That’s why, getting away, whether the coastal highway or just a walk, is where we can put aside the thoughts raging against our minds and just listen for His voice.
I guarantee, if you need to hear His voice today, that if you give it a try, taking that walk and clearing your mind just to listen to life around you, He will speak to your heart. Give it a try sometime this week. If anything, you’ll find some serenity from the craziness we’re all surrounded with.
Tonight, here’s to taking that time to get away from it all, even if just for a few minutes, to clear our minds and hear from the One who loves us more than we can imagine…