Bitterness, fear, anger, insecurity can surround my heart at such a level that I can’t see, can’t move.
And yet I hold onto it.
I lash out at those who would try to take them from me. My wife, my friends, my church. My God!
Then a moment comes, an event or circumstance comes and I stop. And I find myself in His presence.
Nothing changed except that I just wanted to sit with Him, stay with Him. Not to yell at Him or ask Him to change who I am or what has happened.
And I started to breathe.