I just dwell on Jesus, like i try to imagine what his hair must smell like and what his skin feels like, i try to imagine laying in his arms, and resting on him. Then God always begins to talk to me, i have spent a lot of time getting to know Jesus, meaning i try to imagine what having a cup of coffee with him would be like or talking to him at a party, or holding his hand across the dinner table. I have learned the characteristics of God in that time, so it has gotten a lot easier to do this.. i literally spend everynight in the arms of Jesus and sometimes during the day, when those old hounds come hungry for blood, i run to him then too. Jesus is the only answer, we hurt our selves becuase the pain is too great in our hearts and too great in our minds and we think there is no escape , that we have to cut or hit or punch to let out the tornado, but He is waiting for us to give ourselves to him. To go ahead and cry it all out, to talk about the shame and the hurt, and to cry about being thrown away like trash, He knows our anxious thoughts and he wants to prove his love to us, He knows we are all broken flowers, he knows that we were never meant for this kind of treatment, and beloved, he cries with us, and then he kisses out tears away and comforts us. This is my God, this is Jesus to me, he is the perfect father, best friend, husband, he told me once that "if this is what you need then this is what ill do" there is a much more deeper intimacy to behold friends.