Because he is omnipresent, it should not be a long wait. You just need to focus a little and he is there.
You’ll find him in the land of the living. He’s not someone you don’t meet until you die.
I am still confident in this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living:
In a dog sniffing the ground for something to eat, then curling up in the grass near my feet.
In the white butterfly that jumps up and flies across the yard.
In the chattering of insects and birds 360 degrees around me.
In the flowers that spring here and there and everywhere from the ground, planted or not.
Even in the sounds from the highway of people on a journey, on their way to a safe arrival or return.
In the branches that sway in the wind. No one can see the wind; we can only see its effect.
God is not someone you don’t meet until you die.
When I had that thought, I remembered a song I had somehow forgotten for some time, by Ian Anderson and Jethro Tull … God’s not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.