Reflection:  In the still times, I push through the distractions and grubbiness of sin until I’m standing in God’s presence. Then I stand in silence and wonder, conscious of just two things: Jesus’ hand on my shoulder… and the Father’s glory before me. I am not allowed to look at my feet in fear or shame, for the Father has told me that every child has the right to see the face of their Father.

So, I invite you to do the same.

And what do I see when I look at the Father?

It is difficult to say, other than it is good.

I see love, and wonderfully, I see grace; something I cling to with every bit of strength I possess. I also see mystery; the promise of things to come, things as yet unclear. They hang there as part of the awful, beautiful, brilliant glory of God. And that is enough for me now… although I am conscious of a faint longing of the heart.

Prayer:  Father, The staggering privilege of calling the God of the universe, the God of unimaginable grace, glory and goodness, “Father,” is hard to comprehend. All I can say is that I am grateful… and that I want to be your faithful child.