This morning as I was driving back home after dropping off the kids at school the song "I Can Only Imagine" came on the radio. As I was getting lost into the essence of the mental image that song presents and tears started welling up in my eyes, I wondered why I don't feel that way every morning, every day. Seems like I should.
Every day should be a moment where I acknowledge that I am in the presence, no, I have the presence of God with my spirit. How do I reconcile that? How often do I dance in celebration that God has embraced me? How often am I unable to speak in His presence with in me? Is this something I should have to "imagine" at all? The reality is just a little outside of my reach.
Now, I know there will be a difference between heaven and here, but still, I think I take it too lightly almost all the time.
Then my mind wandered into how much this song has to mean to Russ. I remember it being played at his Dad's funeral and I remember Ryan bursting into tears upon hearing it at a theme park.
It's so awesome to have such emotionally charging moments. I think God lives in these moments.
Every day should be a moment where I acknowledge that I am in the presence, no, I have the presence of God with my spirit. How do I reconcile that? How often do I dance in celebration that God has embraced me? How often am I unable to speak in His presence with in me? Is this something I should have to "imagine" at all? The reality is just a little outside of my reach.
Now, I know there will be a difference between heaven and here, but still, I think I take it too lightly almost all the time.
Then my mind wandered into how much this song has to mean to Russ. I remember it being played at his Dad's funeral and I remember Ryan bursting into tears upon hearing it at a theme park.
It's so awesome to have such emotionally charging moments. I think God lives in these moments.
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