My Trigger by Miike Snow

God is my trigger.  There’s nothing I can do or say to pull me astray.  Ever since before I can remember, I’ve craved deep, dark, long moments with God.  I am addicted.

It took me a while to admit this to myself.  It took me even longer to realize I believed in everything about God without even knowing it; without trying; without having to be told.

Many of us are this way.

We appreciate silence.  We transform when the seasons change.  We die to winter, we come  alive in spring.

We enjoy music.  We crave to create something with our hands.  It kills us when we lie to someone or hurt someone.  We are truly trying to do better every time.

God is the path to always trying harder.  He is the fuel for the road, and for some of us, that is harder to admit.

Moving from the West Coast to the East Coast has made it easy for me to finally see these answers.  Living along the Pacific my whole life, I was able to have conversations with Him so conveniently.  Under the desert stars.  On long road trips by myself.  In the water.  On the sand.  Under the waterfalls.  In the cabins, surrounded by snow.

But now, the seasons come to me out here in beautiful Maryland.  The birds chirp because God told them to.  The flowers sprout because they are called to.  And I must pray, because I crave to.

So as Spring makes its way out here already in February, I am compelled to finally put my faith into writing.  It is so evident in the love that I cannot control for people, in the way nature lights me up every year out here, in the way writing reveals the truths of my heart, and comes alive through the coffee of my close, tight-knit community.

But now, the basics must be known, if not for others, FOR MYSELF.

You can do great things when you are uncontrollably honest with yourself.  And that ignites passion in others.  It awakens the deepest parts of other people’s hearts.  We all can sprout like the little bud on the tree.  We all can creatively hack at our passions in the still of the house, getting hit with spring showers of lightning and killer thunder from overhead.

God is in the silence of these moments.  He is whispering those subtle thoughts behind every action and before every action.  He is painting those quick visions in your mind, elaborately, as you subconsciously go on with your motions, choosing to ignore or choosing to let the picture become clearer and clearer.  Listen to them.  Meet the whisper and the visions earlier on!  They are real.  You are ALREADY hallucinating.  You are ALREADY hearing what you need to hear.