When was the last time the dawn caused your heart to skip a beat? When did you last feel your pulse quicken at the melody of a song? When was the last time the thought, the mere thought, of God took your breath away?
God can seem so distant, so austere on His lofty throne. We can feel so, so small by comparison. And in that distance of location, those dimensions of size and space, we can lose sight of Him. His grandeur and magnificence can become intellectual exercises as we KNOW His vastness but lose all feeling of who He is.
When I consider that He commands stars and orbits, tells winds and waves to be still, orders the intricacies of my own anatomy, my mind is caught up in the hurricane of something too great for me to understand. I know that, in my humanity, if I dwell on this, I will be undone as my walls of intellect and reason are torn down, the fortresses of stoicism and rationale crumbling to dust. But then, He speaks of His love.
We can not forget the enormity of our King, His rule, His holiness, His unchallenged will. But, it is His love, His mercy, His patience, His kindness that cause my breath to cease. My body halting natural, unthought functions, in expectation of MORE, my brain suspending its normal tumult to hear, to feel what might come next and enjoy the wonder of His NOW.
Songs are inadequate, raised hands seem so trite. But, what else can I do? For when my breath returns, I can think of nothing else but to sing and dance, laugh and jump, clap and shout for the honor of living for Him.