Vastness
This morning I wake up at around 4:30am. I did not take any sleep medication last night and my early-morning stirs remind me that I need Tylenol PM, after all.
I lay in bed and thought about the current book I am reading: “The Prodigal Comes Home” by Michael English. It is his story of failure – epic failure – and his consequent understanding of God’s mercy, something he knew nothing about while claiming his Dove awards and singing to sold-out crowds.
I get up to read my book. But before I do – I grab my Bible, close my eyes, and whisper, “Jesus…”
That’s it. One-word prayers – that’s what I do now. I fight down the “not long enough, not good enough, not spiritual enough” voices that speak immediately to me…and I open my Bible.
I read in 2 Corinthians.
“And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory. are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit…”
Just for a second, His Presence overwhelms me.
Like this long-dead giant groaning again in my gut, I remember what HE felt like to me…His bigness and His tenderness and His incredible love…I feel Jesus.
That second was worth more to me than I can really describe. Mostly I’m grateful – grateful that He would show Himself to me this morning, and give me a brief moment in His vastness.
Thank you for your blog. You are very courageous. May you be blessed.