Powerful. Comforting. Booming.
The chills you get when you're not even cold.
Forgiving. A sense of peace. Encouraging.
Undeniable.
The presence of God. How would you describe it? It's hard for me to decide on one set definition for 'the presence of God' or to say what it feels like, because God doesn't work in one specific way. He doesn't always speak in a loud voice at one particular place. And, He doesn't show up on your terms. He doesn't send an invitation or wait for an RSVP. What He tells you isn't always what you want to hear. He's not limited to speaking through the Bible or church services.
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. Psalm 137:7-8
As the sun began to rise yesterday morning, I was driving South on 75. Sleepy and trying my best to make my coffee last the entirety of the trip, I chose Passion White Flag as my soundtrack. [I have posted about this album previously. Don't get me wrong, it is great, but it hasn't been favorite Passion album.] With the intent of simply singing praises the Lord without any huge stir of emotions, I was mistaken. About two minutes into the first song (one I've sung and heard dozens of times) God showed up . . . in my TrailBlazer . . . halfway to Macon.
It really is baffling and indescribable: the presence of God. Saturday morning, I was humbled and encouraged at the same time while tears streamed down my face. God knows our hearts. My heart. [O Lord, you have searched me and you know me. Psalm 137:1] Without having to tell Him, He knows that I've been doubting His will for me; that I have a passion for children, orphans, and serving; that I love and trust Him but I have trouble letting go of control. And more than anyone, He knows how to speak directly to my heart so that nothing can distract me from basking in His presence. [Like a bug flying straight towards the blue light!] His unquestionable presence and unshakable truth. What a way to start my Saturday.
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