Sitting at God’s feet — February 23, 2015

I’ve spent a lot of time writing about God, feeling Him, thinking about Him, talking to Him—like a friend. Sitting beside Him. Walking next to Him.

But this morning at church, as I knelt at the altar in prayer, I realized something. I’ve spent time side-by-side, but not enough time at His feet. It’s a posture of surrender. The physical position is important. Because as I sit at His feet, I remember how big He is. How powerful.

I realize that I’m not worthy of being granted that kind of access. But He allows me to approach Him in His sanctuary, this place of peace, away from the chaos and noise. To rest in the shadows of His glory. To draw near in the shelter of His wings. To not have to do anything. To simply be. To be with Him.

Nothing more is required.

Resting my head and shoulder against the throne, leaning near Him, imagining His hand resting on my head, I feel the weight of His majesty. A fatherly gesture of familiarity and comfort. The bestowal of a blessing.

The sweetest of gifts. The greatest.

What are you doing today? Want to join me at the foot of the Almighty God?

There’s plenty of room for all of us.