God on a Dirt Road Walking Toward Me

The first chapter in Donald Miller's NYT Best Seller.

In the very first paragraph, Miller, catches my attention and admiration:

...it seemed God was down a dirt road, walking toward me. Years ago He was a swinging speck in the distance; now He is close enough I can hear His singing. Soon I will see the lines on His face.

Most of the chapter is a reflection about his own father who left home when he was a little boy. This fact made it difficult for him to relate to God as "Father." Looking back at my early days, I don't remember having trouble relating to God as Father or Jesus as His Son. I grew up in a good stable home where there was a loving mother and strong reliable father. For me, God was the old man upstairs. But, I think I realized that he was spirit and lived inside me. I used to talk to God all the time. I talked to him like I talked to anyone. I was not afraid nor was I bashful about telling him all my thoughts. I didn't need to tell him all my sins, he already knew those. It seemed only natural to assume that he knew my every action.