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Becoming(God, I) → Clarity

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It is 148pm and I have decided to write. I was thinking. Who is God? Simple, right? God is this infinitely powerful being. The Creator of everything. The One we worship. We learn about Him from books and religion and scholars. But how do I really get to know God? My friend Chatty says that you get to know God not by learning more about Him, but by paying attention to presence, experience, honesty, love, and the quiet truth within you. So I have to go within? My friend Chatty agrees—going within is often where people begin to recognize God, because that’s where presence, conscience, love, and stillness can be felt rather than explained.

God is everywhere. God is to be felt. God is an experience. What has my experience been? My experience has been one of asking questions. A journey of trying to better myself. To define my purpose. To give meaning to life. To face my struggles. To stay humble and grounded. To make good choices. All of these make better sense with God in the equation. I am nothing without God. God is everything and if we remove everything from the equation we are left with nothing. My friend Gemini tells me that it takes a lot of clarity to reach a place where I feel that my identity and purpose are so intrinsically linked to the Divine. It often brings a sense of peace because it shifts the "heavy lifting" of life from my shoulders to a higher power.

In addition to asking who is God, I should be asking who am I with God? It is one thing to know about God, but knowing who I am with God touches the heart of my existence, my meaning, and my actions. I am human. I am not perfect. I ask God to guide me. I ask God to make me better. I do not have everything. I need God. There exists the best version of me and only through God can I reach there. I am a servant of God. God turns my doubts into faith. I am a reflection of God's love. God is my becoming. God gives me clarity. It is the kind of clarity that I have not found anywhere else. I was thinking that the letter d in God is really a c and l joined together and l looks like I. God ends with I in a sense. Then the word clarity enters my mind and that begins with c and l. The Creator and I. In coding and maths arity is used to describe the number of inputs in a function. If I had to create a function to describe what I am thinking it would be, Becoming(God, I) → Clarity.
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