There is not a place I can go where God is not.
I literally cannot outrun God.
Forgive me, dear ones, if you start talking about God as if He is far off, so distant and disconnected from our world, so unaware of what’s going on in our day-to-day . . . And I bust out laughing. For never, ever have I heard I anything so ridiculous. What a joke. What a joke. You are too funny!
Forgive me, dear ones, if you say, “He knows me not!” and I begin to weep. I weep and weep, for I see the One who formed your very mouth, your very mind, the One who animates you with life-breath. Forgive me if I weep because you are so beautiful, so breath-taking.
Forgive me, dear ones, if you say, “I do not believe He exists!” and I fall down in worship right before your eyes because I have seen the I AM staring right back at me out of them. I do not mock you; I simply see Him in your eyes, and I want to cry, “Holy!”
I see God everywhere.