When I find myself thinking of “the man upstairs” – a distant and judging power, or an unreachable Father of whom I am not worthy – I remember that I AM the presence of Spirit in the world.
I deny the voices in my head that find this difficult to believe. I look within where Truth lives and breathes and has agency.
I look beside me and see that Spirit is always there when I remember to tune in, and I look out into the world where there is undeniable beauty and light that I recognize and that recognizes me.
God is indeed everywhere and always present.