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Presence..

I read this earlier:

Anxiety is the inability to be present.
Mark Yaconelli

How often am I present? I know the obvious times; when I feel anxious and want to not be around people. But what about my anxiety driving me from the presence of God? What about when our lives are about event after event, experience after experience, with no time to be present with other people. What about when we fidget, daydream, are inattentive?

It seems to me that we are an anxious people. About what? To be honest I'm not sure. That we aren't popular enough, that we haven't done enough, that God demands more of us.

And yet God only seems to want our presence. To walk with us in the cool of the day, to be present with us: thats how it all ends, God and us, present with each other. Lord forgive my anxiety.

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Anonymous said…
Wow, I love this quote. Spot on xc

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