What would it look like if we understood the magnitude of Your presence? What would it look like if, when we asked for you to be with us, we actually believed in the vast, immeasurable power that would dwell in our presence? Do we give way to grave injustice when our mindseye imagines only the lovely, tender side of You or the rescue-provider appearing in our time of need? What if we called on your name and trembled in Holy fear, fully understanding that we have just summoned power beyond human imagination? Power that is beyond containment. Power that can create and destroy with a word, much less a hand, that would demand a life in exchange for just once glance of it in it’s fullness. What if we recognized this power all around us? Is creation not a manifestation of this power harnessed into a spoken Word? Is man not proof of this power let loose in a Holy Breath? Is not the resurrection all power amassed, conquering death? Why do we choose to weakly ask for Your presence and expect an only slightly stronger delivery of it? Help us know this in the deepest recesses of our heart. Help us know that when we call on Your name, there IS NO higher power. No one greater, stronger, wiser, larger, more capable, encompassing, awe inspiring, more HOLY than You. A room cannot contain You. A situation cannot contain You, a temple or sanctuary cannot contain Your majestic, overwhelming Presence and Power. Help us ask with full expectation. Help us feel it in our spirits. Hold us while we wait.

....(14)these are just the beginning of all that he does, merely a whisper of His power. Who, then, can comprehend the thunder of His power?" Job 26:1-14

I am full today. Full of your Word and full of anticipation that You are here, dwelling deeply. I wait, on the brink of a rush that wells in my racing heart. Confession steps up, admitting to what You already know. Holy devotion stands stagnant, pooled and stilled. Countless are the wasted precious moments with You. Countless are the victories I have handed over in my own power. Countless are the infiltrations which have rooted in this mind. All rising from a stagnant life of devotion. Perhaps it is not as stagnant as I believed it to be. Perhaps the devotion has been diverted to other less worthy affections. Truth pierces. Light shins in darkness.

I sense Your Spirit moving with gentle momentum. My soul sighs in relief, recognizing it's Savior, ever in relentless pursuit. Never allowing me to go too far, but always laying the choice in my hands. Revelation and recognition rain down by Your grace. The stillness of the water is broken under the weight of heavy drops. Like the water, my soul is stirred. Anticipation wells and I recognize this thirst and hunger for You. I find myself deeply longing for You. Trembling heart, trembling mind, longing for Your presence. You come as Comfort, Revelation, Purpose and You reorder everything into it's proper place of submission, at Your Holy, Worthy feet. Why does this ransomed heart so greatly love to wander beyond Your boundaries? Your mercy overwhelms me. It brings me to a posture of complete reverence. I am consumed with thanks, recognizing even this small offering cannot come close to what You deserve. Somewhere, deeply within me, my entire being lifts up praise to You and somehow, I know You understand it and receive it. It is praise as I imagine it to be in eternity, free from the heart sick state I dabble in. Oh, Holy Father, in Your arms I find myself. I am reminded where it all begins and ends, in You.

Seek the LORD while HE may be found; call upon Him while He is near.

Isaiah 55:6