Tug, Tug

Normally, I must position myself before I engage God. I either start to sing a song, kneel, pray, or meditate on scripture. On most occasions I make the effort to "set my mind on things above." I force my carnal mind to engage heaven. However, recently this has not been the case. I haven't been striving. I haven't been calling His presence down. I haven't been positioning myself to engage heaven. He is coming anyway!

God has been interrupting my day. I will be eating or typing on the computer, and suddenly I will feel a heat. I feel His tangible presence, and I can't ignore it. There is a growing ache and yearning that is not subsiding. I can't escape His gaze. He is very near, and He wants my attention.

The best way to describe these encounters is with a picture. Imagine there are two adults conversing. During this conversation a child begins to tug on one of the adult's pant leg.
"Just a minute honey."
Tug Tug. "But, mommy I have something to show you!" Tug Tug.
"In a minute sweetie. I'm talking."
Tug Tug "But, mommy it is really important!"

As you might have guessed- God is the child, and I am the mom. God is persistent, and He knows His presence is more important than my daily chores and worries. I am wrapped up in the cares of this life, and God is tugging on my pant leg." Come away! Entertain my presence. I have secrets to reveal, and love to display. Leave your worry, your doubt, and your fear! Come away!" Tug Tug!