I’m not sure I’m going to be able to say all this the way I want to say it. Sometimes I wish words didn’t seem to shrink so much when we try to express what we feel.
I feel it most when I shut my eyes. It’s a mix of contentment and tiredness–similar to what I feel at the end of a two hour worship service when I know I’ve pushed as deep into God as my weak flesh will allow for that time. Also mixed in is a tinge of accomplishment, like I feel when I’ve finished folding three loads of laundry, cooked dinner, and cleaned my home. And there’s a small sense of emptiness, too, like the slow ebbing of adrenaline when a roller coaster slowly rolls back to the platform and part of your body is asking you, “Now what?”
It’s a lost sort of found feeling, a latent excitement, a lethargic energy, a directed purpose.
It’s my favorite place to be.
This is the feeling I have when I hear most clearly from God. It comes when I’ve finally pushed through all the external “stuff” and connect with His heart–raw, imperfect….real. He reminds me that I don’t have to “do” anything when I come to Him; I can simply rest in His presence, in the throne room of the Almighty, seated with His Son, tucked under His care.
I fail a lot in that I often mentally diminish the power of God working in my life. He often allows painful situations to lag on for what seems like eternity in our lives because He’s teaching us perseverance and growing character in our lives. We cannot get so caught up in the process that we forget the purpose. We cannot allow His patience to distort our perception of His strength, His power, His ability to move on behalf of those of us who love Him desperately.
I love this emotional place. I love it when He reminds me that He’s still God, He’s still in control, and He still has a plan. I walk through my day feeling clean and mended. This is casting our cares. This is the result of observing Sabbath with Him.
Stand before His throne and be confident in who you are to Him. He’s God, and He does all things well.