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The Lord God is strong and solid, amidst the slipping sand of life. As He teaches me his will and his love, the truth of life propels itself from every moment. The gentle man at the parking garage—how has life taught him to be so still and separated? The searching little girl, who sees the errors of the world with clarity, but chooses them as the excuses for her thoughts, words, and attitude.
The Lord God is so much more than we know. How do you express such a being? It cannot be done I am sure. Words do not exist that meet the needs of an adequate description of one sliver of his being or one second of his presence. How do you explain that which you feel so intensely that it paralyzes you? How can you use your body to do this, when your body chooses instead to express the gratitude and awe that stuns it into suspended motion?