The subject of being in the very presence of God has always intrigued me.  To think that God is in your midst; wow!  In the Old Testament whenever the priest would go into the portion of the temple known as the Holy of Holies he would tie a rope around his waist, and wear a bell, so if he was found “unclean” by God and died then the other priest could pull his body out from behind the thick curtain.  (By the way, the very moment that Jesus died on the cross that curtain was ripped from top to bottom! (See Mark 15:38)  That means there is nothing separating us from God now.)

I have strived to live a life worthy of having God in my midst.  I have accomplished that from time to time.  Fortunately, now that Jesus has died for our sins, I don’t have to tie a rope around my waist, or wear a bell!  Yesterday was one of those days.  I felt God’s presence all day long as I went about my day taking care of the things in life.  Each time I felt his presence I smiled, and prayed, and chatted with him.  This isn’t saying I consider myself super spiritual, but I desire his presence.  I seek it.  It is in the presence of God I find comfort, strength, and direction.  There is nothing like talking to the one who loves you more than anything else!  The one big enough to create this earth, and everything in it, and then set it in order, but small enough to make you feel like you are the only one he has to talk to.  I’m glad yesterday I could say, “Today he visited.”