Lord, I’m sitting quietly here in church. Nothing seems to be happening. But I know it is. I know You’re here. I just can’t see You.
Oh, if you could see you would be amazed. You are surrounded by angels and light. You are soaking in my grace. And every good you can imagine—and every good you can’t—is pressing in upon you, making you clean and strong in my love. You bring Me great joy by being here.