I have this habit of translating this to my relationship with God. Making things more complicated than they need to be, dwelling on sins, fretting over the closeness of my relationship with him, wondering if I’m doing it wrong, (like it’s possible), checking my spiritual pulse, berating myself when I feel like I’m not measuring up to my own potential.
God is big and grand majestic yes, but perhaps He is just as involved with the inner working of our lives – even when we don’t see it.
Everyone’s advice for writing is to “write about what you know.” Most of the time, that’s a good word – write about what you know so that the words feel real and raw, not like something you’d make up or buy pre-packaged from the grocery store. Here is what I know for sure right now: It’s cold, even though I can hear the sound of the artificial fire place, I really want to eat my grapes, and my water bottle is pink.