Who is God and What is God to You

Posted on December 24, 2012 by James R. Yarbrough

Who is God and What is God to You

When you see the word God, do you think religion? Well, the idea of a God was with us long before religion became a movement. Before this time God was a spirit something or someone to believe in, to call on for help and to give thanks for your blessings. Spirituality, by my definition, is more a belief in a power that is greater than all other. It is there for when we need what our efforts have been unable to provide. We ask for the strength to carry on. Otherwise, we do it on our own. More than that; though, it is a feeling, a way of thinking whereby the power of God is no more or less the spirit within us.

There are few times when you have to ask for anything. That is, if you believe. You come as you are. You do not have to be a member. No membership is required. Some might, and do, ask why must there even be a God. Why do you need it? I say you do not if you think you do not. You have to believe it to see it. To see it is to understand.

I do not have to look up or go somewhere to see my God. My God is right here with me.

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What I write is inspired by the Creator. It is a natural process, not forced or coerced. It is written as it flows into my mind, and my life experiences and observations of the wonders of nature are the foundation for my insight. I am on a mission to let how I think be a voice that has not been heard. What I write and say is what I believe. My life has been a road well traveled. There have been freeways, side streets and dead ends. I have been cautioned, sped up and slowed down. I have changed lanes, merged with traffic and yielded to the right of way. I have been first at four way stops and the last to leave. I have driven through heavy rain, sunny days, and dark nights. It is after the darkest of them all, that I came to an intersection. I could pray on or move on. I now move with the traffic. I speed up when I can slow down when I should and pass when I must. Though, I am not in a hurry for life to me is not a race. We get to the end of the road soon enough. I made a decision to stay on the road of life. To take the off ramp is a thing I did not want to do. I know there is more to say than what has been said. What I have to say is not academic; I simply look at life in a way you may never have. It is how I see the world.