Can God Be A Balloon?
Once Several Years Ago
One night I had had a deep and soulful conversation with a dear friend of mine at the time. She and I were talking about God. She had been in and out of rehab, and while she was in her final rehab she became jealous of the other patients when they would talk about their spiritual enlightenment and finding God. More than anything she wanted to find God, but for the life of her He never seemed to appear to her. Lost and upset one night, she left her room to be alone. She sat on a hill praying for God to show himself to her. She sat on that hill and waited for a sign, any sign. When it became evident nothing would happen so she gave up. She got up distroyed at the notion that God didn't love her enough to show Himself to her, when she clearly needed Him the most, and headed back home. Taking one last look over her shoulder to see if she had missed something, there she saw it. In the stars, was a clear Cross in the sky. Why hadn't she seen it before, she was certain it wasn't there before. She was sure That was her sign.
She then went on to tell me that God shows himself to you everyday, you just have to ask and look for Him, because He isn't as obvious as the Cross in the sky.
The next morning while driving to work at a place I dreaded, I said the same prayer I did everyday...for God to give me strength just to get through the day. Then I asked for one last little thing. I asked Him to show himself to me. This was 6:30 in the morning, and it was still dark outside. I was also driving 65 miles per hour. Just before my exit, I saw God. There he was, floating above my van, in the form of a child's balloon, hoovering just within my grasp. It was so close I could have grabbed it, if I wasn't on the freeway.