God.

God. 

                                                          

These three letters. This one word. How can it mean so much? How is it that acknowledging the existence of it brings hope, peace, joy so different,most of all a meaning to life and every little nothing that we do?

 

How?

 

Someone once said, God is not something/someone to be debated or questioned about, but He is someone to be experienced.

How can then I talk about something so magnificent, so marvellous, something beyond what my little my mind can grasp? How is it that with my brain, with the little that I know, and understand, I’d like to debate about the the creator of heaven and earth.

 

A book I once read wrote, trying to understand god is like a deaf man trying to understand Beethoven’s piece.

God. This one word. So big, so debatable, so high and mighty. Yet this same word,  so simple, so real, so near like a sigh away, but only the heart knows.

 

God.

He never forced you into anything. Like a lover, like a father – more than the kind your earthly father can offer you. This God, this lover, same father, this friend  will wait, and in the meantime, He will never stop doing good to you.

 

God. Not a very big word after all?

 

This journey we are in, nobody else can journey for us. This is your journey, every step you take, every turn you make, its all you.

 

You try and see. Try God.