“God is everywhere present, filling all things.”
He is not a feeling I must conjure up in my mind and beg to be seen.
He is not just in the thin air as an invisible presence, or a dormant force waiting for me to nudge Him awake with my faith.
He is seen in the green, in the water, in the heartbeats of life; in the instinct of a gaggle; in the nurture of a mother and protection of a father.
In the sky’s breadth and the birdsong.
In the broken branches and the waiting limbs.
His logic and creativity and wisdom brings about everything, and in everything He is found.
I plunge deep in the heart of the woodland, and I skirt the reeds of the pond. My old flesh and secular mind want to be dazzled by God like magic because that’s what I’ve been told is supernatural.
Yet, that’s a manmade explanation. He is not on-demand, or a figmant of wishful thinking.
He is there. Here. Everywhere.
And in my heart, where turmoil is ever chipping at the Truth of His presence, He doesn’t speak with words, but His world.
And I find peace.
And He is.
angie dicken 