The Ultimate Comfort

I have been thinking a lot about God lately.
I have a dear friend who is likely to meet Him soon.
But the god I am thinking of is not the god Brian Tamaki and Cecil C. Sackrider see—a cash cow; not the god Dave Dobbin and the rest of AA see—a crutch; not the god Donald Trump and George W. Bush see—a correspondent; and certainly not the god the mainstream churches see—a justification.
No, the god I see is different. The God I see is Reality.
Reality is what I am confronting at the moment. I have always known Reality was there, but often chose to ignore it and sometimes avoid it. I can’t now. I have to face it. So, soon, will my friend, though she doesn’t know it.
I see Reality as God because it is the only thing that brings certainty to our lives. That can be confronting, but it can also be comforting. Either way, we need to acknowledge it and embrace it. We need not, however, worship it. The God I am talking about is a compassionate god who, whilst omnipresent, does not require us to prostrate ourselves or even acknowledge his or her existence. All Reality requires is acceptance. And that is the comfort Reality gives us: the understanding that we cannot change it, and whatever it now is, it is not our fault.
Poverty is real. Death is real. Terrorism is real. Cancer is real. All things that blight us are real. But then so too are those who love us and whom we in turn love. So are the people who work to relieve that poverty and fight that terrorism, and to cure  cancer. They are real. The good things in our life are all gifts of Reality.
Reality has told me that I will lose my friend. I cannot change that. It is God’s will; it is Reality and it requires only my acceptance.