Though it is true "a painting is never finished," there are unmistakable moments when I immediately know the painting has reached a state where it rests in wholeness. I discern this state as active with the aliveness of a dynamic incarnational being, and quiet with the unchanging presence of the One in Whom all things hold together.
Finding God within is not about following doctrine, but allowing yourself to relate to God experientially.
It's very apophatic, this process, and takes practice to let God fill in the gaps in unspeakable ways.
Worn out and weeping without consolation, I slowly consented to let the light within lead the way.