As a child, I often wondered (sometimes worried) where does God Live?
When I asked ‘those who know’ they always pointed to the sky
Somewhere way up there far, far away
Or, if I were at church, my Sunday School teacher would say “Here in God’s House”
And God was NEVER Home!
Of course, over-time, Momma explained to me that God lived in our hearts
Which became truly confusing, because I could never really feel a BIG, All-Encompassing person, with a white robe, white hair and beard, and scary fiery eyes —-in my heart.
Wouldn’t my heart be too heavy for my body then?
My paternal Grandmother (who was a STAUCH Presberterian) said, “No, Linda…not a physical person in your heart…but a feeling in your heart”!
Still very confused I took my worry, my small child’s concern to my maternal grandmother (who was a staunch Baptist)
Who told me to pray about my question to the Heaven/God and see what I learn.
So I prayed. Every night. Every morning. Asking where God lived.
I was sitting outside on the cement step with my maternal Grandfather when I thought to ask him the question—“Where does God live?”
“Why, Sweet Thing, he lives everywhere. And nowhere
“He is a great mystery. And one we should always honor.” Granddad reached over and pulled me next to him, took up my hand, and placed it in his.
God belongs to no one and everyone. He is in many forms and helps many people.
He touches all of us, just like the light from the sun and the moon and the stars.
Then he pulled me close in a hug.
It was then I understood.
From my world to your heart,