Understanding my Friend

I often refer to God as my best friend.  I will say it casually (because it's normal to me) and people will most often chuckle, thinking I'm kidding.  I let them think that because it really does not matter to me if they believe me or not.

My best Friend greets me each day in the most amazing way.  He gives me a sun, some type of beautiful sky (never the same sky as before), sounds from birds, what else?  Most humans have to put forth a lot of effort to say, "Good Morning."

I was introduced to God at a very young age, ever since I could remember, actually.  He and I have formed the strongest of bonds and I lean on him for everything.  It was very hard for me to learn to love God as much as I do but once I fell in love, there was no turning back.

I think God is funny because of how he exposes me to new ideas and sentiments.  One of my favorite stories of his unparalleled humor is when I told him I wanted to teach at a public school in the inner city and He put me in a Catholic school about 40 miles outside of the city.  I love that freaking school.

Another reason why I love God so much is because of how mysterious He to me.  Why is he so hard to figure out?  One of my very best work friends, Fr. Merk, explained in a homily, "For God to explain to us everything He is and how much He loves us is like a 50 year old explaining to a 3 year old everything he knows."  The 3 year old might grasp a sliver of what the 50 year old is explaining, but what the 50 year old knows is just too much for the 3 year old to comprehend.