Meditate.

Mom took the puppy outside so I, as usual, followed into the back yard. We set up our chairs and watched little Pierre run around a bit. It was warm out, perfectly warm, and I clutched my tea with sugar and honey, not for warmth, but as a comfort. Mom decided it was time to go inside and start working, she works from home, but I was drawn to stay outside. And as I sat there I began to think about what I learned from a yoga instructor...
"Just sit."
So I did.
I heard the trees rustling in the wind. I heard the little whirring bugs in response, and felt the wind across my face. I heard a scratching of a chipmunk as he dug around in his little home a few feet from my seat. I saw two dragonflies around the tiger lilies. I heard the trickling water of the pond. I felt when the sun was fully uncovered, and the coolness of the earth when a cloud blocked the ray's path. As I sat there, I began to feel the Earth beneath me, and realize how sturdy it was. How solid this ground is. I felt safe, supported, embraced. It made me think about God.
God is so big, so sturdy. He is the foundation. Sometimes, we only see a little bit of him, sometimes we see a lot of him, or sometimes we hear him a little, like a trickling of water, or sometimes we hear a lot of him, a deafening whirring of bugs in the trees. But no matter what we currently see or hear, he is always there. He is the solid foundation upon which we all stand. He is constantly in motion for us, always holding us and guiding our steps. It doesn't matter if we believe in Him or not, He is always there. People used to think the world was flat, that didn't change it from being a sphere. And people may not see God, may not listen to Him, that doesn't change the fact that He is there.