I have a friend in Cape Town that likes to speak about God as a "moving target". Sounds funny, I know. But there is something to it. God being on the move. You can't pin God down.
Just like the Lion in Narnia, wild and free. Always coming and going.
Or like traffic, but without the stress. It’s weird to think of God in that way. Somehow it just doesn't fit. Usually God is stationed somewhere, like in a church, on a mountain or up in heaven.
But maybe not, maybe God is right there where you are, a step or two in front, but still close enough to see the fresh footprints in the sand.