I can almost see You tear into a room. I can almost see You running towards the face of whoever is calling on Your name. I can close my eyes for one second and feel Your presence - as thick as fog - hovering above our hearts. I can close my eyes for one second and see Your presence descending on us. It's wild for me to comprehend just how attentive You are; just how familiar You are with our voice. It's fascinating for me to see how even over a simple grace prayer for our meals, Your attention is never departed. It isn't annoyed with the same sentence, repeated again and again at every meal. You aren't bored, You aren't fed up with our repetition. You're just as present and just as attentive each and every time. We bow our heads, close our eyes and there you rest.

Beautiful white clouds - I can almost feel it when I close my eyes.

A soft mist blowing against my cheek, a gentle reminder that You are ever present and jealous for our hearts, for our attention and for our affection. It's wild for me to comprehend just how attentive You are; just how familiar You are with our voice. One "Dear God" and Your eyes light up like a million suns blazing at one time. One "Thank you for this food" and Your hands raise to hold our faces like a mother who gently cradles their newborn. One "bless this is our body" and I feel Your amen in harmony with the angels, never withholding blessings from Your children. One "Amen" and I can see Your smile reflect the beauty of a hundred snow covered mountains majestically sitting above a babbling brook.

How can Your fascination be so great? So grand? So complete? Never lacking, never distracted, never annoyed. It's perfect and complex. It's majestic and simple. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced. Your simplicity knocks me to my knee. It's so easy; it's so easy to be loved by You. I've never met anyone that makes love so simple and it deserves the highest of praises. How can I resist? How can I look away? How can I stray? There are no strings, no games, no requirements. You are freedom. You are love. You are hope. And every time I bow my head and close my eyes, I can feel You tearing into the room. I can feel You running towards the face of whoever is calling Your name. I can't avoid You and I never want to. I can't hide from You and I never wish to. I can't ignore the gentle clouds that hover above me and I never want to be blind to it again.

It's wild for me to comprehend just how attentive You are; just how familiar You are with our voice.