My BFF God

Have you ever just sat and talked to a friend on the phone for hours?

I mean, literally—just sat. Nothing moving except the mouth. For hours. I have.

And I won’t even admit (at least not in writing) just how long some of those conversations lasted. Let’s just say they redefined the term “long-distance call.” Yet, during those calls, my friend and I were so relaxed, so comfortable in each other’s company, that time simply didn’t exist. It felt no different than when we were together in person—just sitting, chatting, hanging out, enjoying each other’s presence.

Reflecting on those moments, I realized they held a deeper lesson—about communication, about best friends, about myself… and most importantly, about God.

Now, hold that thought while I take a quick detour into meditation. (Stay with me—it’ll all make sense soon.) Meditation is an incredibly powerful tool, beneficial in countless ways I won’t list here. But if you don’t meditate—or have an arm’s-length list of reasons why you can’t—I encourage you to change that.

For now, though, I want to focus on meditation as a communication tool.

See where am I going with this?

One of those big, beautiful, inescapable truths smacked me square in the face: my own meditation practice needed improvement. Not because I don’t meditate—I do. Not because I lack good techniques—I have them. And not because I haven’t made progress—I have. But I realized I needed to go deeper.

Some might say, “That’s the whole point of regular meditation—the more you practice, the better it gets.”

True. But my challenge wasn’t consistency. It was depth.

Because deeper means greater self-awareness. And greater self-awareness means a more intimate relationship with the Self as God.

Now, on a conscious level, I am all in for that. I truly want to know myself as God—more deeply, more profoundly. But my subconscious?

Well, let’s just say it’s like playing strip poker, and my subconscious is clutching its last shred of clothing, declaring, “Girl, you’re already down to your undies. You trying to lose this last hand or something? Not on my watch!”

So there I was—fully committed to deepening my meditation, yet battling my subconscious at every turn. That’s when I remembered those marathon phone calls and realized that, in its quiet way, God had already shown me the answer.

I asked myself:

The line is always open. No dialing required. #BFFGod #JustListenin

Isn’t God really my very best friend? The one who knows me better than I know myself? The BFF who listens to me 24/7 without judgment, without complaint? The friend whose advice is always spot on? The one who will sit with me in silence, saying more in stillness than words ever could?

And isn’t meditation just a telephone to call my very best friend?

So why would I ever be afraid to spend an hour or two (or more) on that metaphorical phone, talking to a friend like that?

And if the word God triggers you, I have one word for you: meditate.

In that moment, I reframed meditation in a way that truly works for me. Now, instead of telling my subconscious I’m about to meditate, I simply say:

“I’m going to get on the phone and hang out with my best friend.”

What better way to spend the day?

Just a little food for thought…