I am overwhelmed by how much God loves us. I know, you’ve heard me say that before, many times in fact. And you will probably hear me say that again. I can pretty much guarantee that’s going to happen!
There have been many times over the past weeks when I’m at prayer that I’ve been overtaken by God’s love. After I’ve walked around and shouted God’s praises, worshipped, spoken my requests, confessed, cried (sometimes with my face planted on the carpet), I’ve simply stopped, sat down, and soaked up God’s love. When that happens, I cannot say anything, I cannot even think anything, I can only sit in silence and let His love flow over me and through me. I am overwhelmed.
The evangelist that ministered to us on Pentecost Sunday said that God gave him two things to tell us. That God would honor our desire to pursue His Presence, and that “revival” would come, although it may look differently than what we expect. That message reinforced my desire to pursue God’s Presence; it reaffirmed that we are on the right track. We seek not the gifts (but will be blessed by them when they come), we seek the Giver of all good things. We want to see Jesus, experience His presence, live in His fullness.
I think I’m getting a taste of what that is when those moments overtake me in prayer. When I sit quietly and cannot speak, when I sense His love overflowing me. It breaks me every time. Why me, Lord? How can you love one such as me? I get no answer from Him, still His love remains.
“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” [Rom 8:38-39 NIV]
