I’m sitting here at the hospital (on my lunch break) just thinking of how wonderful God is and wondering why every day can’t be so sweet. For some reason I especially feel His presence with me today, and I’m wondering if it isn’t because I have looked so desperately for Him in the last few days. And if so, why don’t I always? When I ask God into every detail of my life, it seems I feel everything more acutely, yet nothing can penetrate the peace that fills my heart.
As I drove into Charleston this morning, I was not alone. Not only did I feel Him, but my prayers from the morning remained with me. They took on a physical presence; I could feel them wafting around in the air about me, bodiless names, life-filled stories of pains and joys and dreams; entering into my heart and mind, making me one with these individuals and joining us forever in the name of Jesus. They were the incense of the Lord filling my atmosphere with a lovely aroma. As I drove along, the early morning fog encapsulated the trees on the hills surrounding the roadway, giving them an eerie presence. The mist lifted slowly, and I could see it hovering in the dim light of morning, a blanket resting above us, floating ever higher as the morning appeared, lifting my spirits as it arose, revealing the light of the sun.
Perhaps it is just the earth continuing her long journey of revolution, turning the dark season to light just a little bit more each day, but the appearance of my old friend the sun filled my heart with joy.
Do you know that feeling you have after you read a really good book, or see an incredibly moving movie? That’s how I feel today. Feeling God is that and so much more. A feeling of heightened emotions, of sentimental satisfaction, yet, an excitement and expectation for something even more wonderful!
How can I express my love for my Lord? There are no words.