This is the very end of a Sunday Service talk I gave in February. It’s just a few minutes and you miss the background, but I hope it still makes the point.
I see life as a park or playground, where I am a young child, who has learned to rely on my loving mom to guide me. She is God. I have learned that to please Her keeps me out of trouble. She always knows better than me, and tries to teach me to become more free in myself. I believe this is how God trains us. But we must concentrate and listen to receive Guidance. Mom is more than a teacher, She loves us with her whole being, we are a part of her. She will never turn away from us.
Deep meditation is not something we can do alone, it is a dialog between the child and God, or the little self and higher Self. We must not let our meditation practice become an empty ritual. Instead of meditating with expectations or wants. We can meditate to return the love we have received. Call out from your heart with humility, love, and greatitude. Then listen.
God is always here, but speaks very softly.