Like Him

         Everywhere I look I see a sign of the very existence of my God. I wonder if it is this place and the beautiful mountains which have taken captive my heart, or if through all the pain and sorrow in my heart, that it has opened me up to Him in ways I wasn't before. I look for Him everywhere, because I'm terrified to be without Him, I'm so alone through this walk and only God alone can understand it, and whenever I search I always find Him somewhere. Sometimes His whispers amongst the cat tails, His touch in the sweet breeze tenderly and lovingly stroking my cheek, His tears along side my own as the raindrops dance upon the window pane, and then there are times when I truly believe I hear Him speaking not words my ears can hear but a language my heart speaks. I know that though this is lonely I'm not alone, and God is evidently working in my heart and in my life in dramatic ways.

     I don't know yet what my life holds for me;  the things that I will do or accomplish, but I know that God is beginning to guide me through it. I have a dream, I have hope, and until God shows me that these dreams hopes are not of Him I will hold on to them with everything in me. Today, I simply pray that He would begin to make me a woman; that He would mature my heart, my thoughts, and my mind, so that I might be slightly more like Him.