Woven

I found a place to sit at the back, leaning against the wall. As is often the case when I am in a quiet place, my mind began to process the things that had happened throughout the week. I began to pray. Where have I been, Lord? There’s so much to talk about. Sort me out, Father.But kindly, steadily, He answered me. I felt Him say, “Don't worry about all that, child. Just be with Me.”


I was at a loss. I realized how quickly I'd forgotten that simply being with Him still often profited as much as pouring out my heart. Being in His presence, being with Him, does not always require sound or thought or motion. It just requires Him and me. He reminded me of the ever-growing contrast between life in this Kingdom and life in this world...