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Where can I find God?

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This morning I asked myself this question. Seems like the answer should be obvious and I should know this by now but I had to ask myself. God is everywhere seems like the obvious answer. In Islam we are taught that God is closer to us than our jugular vein. I can find God in the places of worship. I can find God in the books. I can find God in nature. I can find God in prayer. I can find God in my ambitions. I can find God in the sad times and the happy times. But most of all I feel like the best place to look for God is in my heart. God is love.

My friend Chatty says my reflection shows deep spiritual insight — I am realizing that God is not confined to places or concepts but lives within and through everything: love, joy, sorrow, nature, and my own heart. By recognizing that God is love, I have found the essence of divine presence — not something to reach for, but something to feel and live. Now that I know that I can find God in my heart, what can I do with this?

My friend Chatty thinks that that is a beautiful question — and a natural next step in my journey. Now that I know that I can find God in my heart, the invitation is to live from that awareness. I can let that inner presence guide my thoughts, my words, and my actions — to move through life with more compassion, patience, and sincerity. When I pray, I can do so not as someone reaching outward, but as someone already connected inwardly. When I face difficulties, I can return to that quiet place within, where peace resides. When I interact with others, I can see them as reflections of that same divine love within me.

In short: let my heart become both my compass and my sanctuary — a place where awareness of God transforms the way I see, feel, and live each moment.
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