Amanda's greatest passion is encouraging people as they walk the path to inner healing and self-awareness.
In late October, 2010, I got away for a personal retreat and spent 3 days in solitude on my land. I made camp and slept in the back of my vehicle on a hill in the pasture, where I had a good view of the sun rising and setting. Each evening, I found myself surrounded by about 40 Black Angus cattle (including the bull) and an ornery old donkey. I took walks during the day and wrote in my journal.
Be Like a Child
One day, I was sitting on a hill overlooking a meadow, taking in the view; trees, grass, sky, clouds, a creek, birds, insects and cows. I was spending time alone with God. The scene reminded me of time I had spent alone with him in nature, as a child. As I was getting in touch with that memory, He spoke, "I promised to meet you here [in that child-like place inside of me].” I replied, "yes, you did." Then I waited in anticipation. He can reveal himself however He chooses and I was not quite sure what to expect. After a short pause, He began to teach me this lesson…
He IS All Things
He said, "Do you see that tree? What substance is it made out of?” I thought hard about this because “wood” did not seem like the answer He was after. When I didn’t respond, He continued, “That's Me! And the grass? That's me too!" He spoke of the sky, sun, clouds, wind, etc. I began to realize that from my perspective on the hill, nothing I saw was being governed by man. God spoke of how it is him who determines how high a particular blade of grass will grow and when each flower will bloom. He changes the seasons, directs the wind and orchestrates the rain and snow. He is not a God far off in the Heavens like the man behind the curtain, pulling levers. He IS all of these things. He is the substance that all things are made of. All of these things are part of his "body".
What Are You Made Of?
The leaves began to rustle on a nearby tree. God asked, "Why did they rustle?" I attempted, "because the wind blew on them?" He corrected, "Because I caused my wind to blow on them and made them rustle." This spoke of the delicate interaction between all that is nature—all that is God. He doesn't just orchestrate it, He IS it! It is as simple as my brain telling my hand to write these words in my journal. His thoughts BECOME. Then he began speaking to me about me. I looked at my arm and he said, "What substance are YOU made of?" One might answer flesh and bone or even dust. But what comprises flesh, bone and dust? God said, "It's me! I made every part of you, body, soul and spirit. I breathed my breath of life into you and I am the very air that sustains your every breath today." In my mind I pictured a tag like the ones on clothing that read, "100% Pure GOD". We are all 100% Pure God!
I was stunned by the weight of this message. Talk about rose-colored glasses! I felt as though I had new eyes to see things the way He sees them. This revelation changed my whole perspective on EVERYTHING. My mind flooded with questions and I was eager to learn more.
The Essence of God
I remembered a time shortly before this trip. I had walked out onto the back porch and saw the wind blowing through the trees and suddenly understood that everything has the essence of God. Did you have a grandma who smelled good? Maybe it was because she was always baking cookies, had a special air freshener in her house, or wore a certain perfume. When Grandma gave you things, they smelled like her. Everything from her house carried her essence, her smell. When she gave you a hug, you smelled like her, too. I’m not saying that God is smelly. But His essence can be seen and felt in all of his creation, as if all of creation came from his house. This new teaching, about everything being made of him, took that to a whole new level.
How do You Hear?
I do want to be clear about how I “hear” from God. I do not hear him audibly. It is more like a knowledge that just comes to me. I “heard” the lesson above as I described it, but not through my ears. It is hard to describe. But I have experienced these conversations since I was a small child, when I am quiet enough to listen. Do you hear from God? Tell me how in the comments below.
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