Your Presence

Oh, that you would rip open the heavens and descend, make the mountains shudder at your presence. Isa 64:1

It strikes me that God's presence is always present. He never needs to return to me, it is always me that needs to return to him. Father, forgive me for the ease with which I can leave your presence.

Sometimes I sneak away or drift away or walk away or run away. Thank you for being there like the prodigal's father was there, waiting with open arms and forgiveness. For covering my shame with the robe you prepared for me.

Forgive me Lord for being more concerned with how my words sound than with what is true in my heart. You are the father of the prodigal. I'm shamed by my sin but so grateful that I'm still a son, not disowned, not rejected, still yours. Thank you that you mold me even in my sin and shame, you use these to shape my spirit to conform to your image.

I am what you make me. Thank you for forgiveness, mercy and love. Help me to forgive myself.