Reflection:  God’s Presence

The trouble with surviving cancer for so long is that I have become addicted to living. This might reasonably be thought to be a good thing. But there is something beautiful about being with God near the door to death. He comes close. So when I retreat from death’s door and busy myself with the tasks of life, I miss that intimacy.

Let me hasten to say that I believe that the tasks I do (usually writing) are as God-given as anything else – but nonetheless, that deeply intimate place near death is pretty special.

Promise me this: don’t let fear of death rob you of your enjoyment of God’s presence. The enemy seeks to sow fear, whereas God wants to give you hope. So, choose wisely when deciding which voice you listen to.

Sit with God. Picture his beauty…and keep quiet.

Prayer:  Dear Father, I’m not very good at dying, and I’m not very brave. I therefore try and distract myself with tasks. But tasks are no substitute for you, and I miss the times of intimacy we used to enjoy. Lord, I want to come back to you. Amen.