:: the pursuit of God, ch. 4 ::

There are things I can't see, voices I can't hear. There are melodies I haven't sung, depths of relationship I have never known. There is God, beckoning me to look for Him with the eyes of my soul. There is reality worth living in, dreams which are not distant but begin today.

God, how can I know You? How can I look with the sealed-tight eyes in my soul? Peel off my layers of unbelief, of false notions about reality and the spiritual realm. I want to know You, see You, taste and feel You. I want You in my still waters.

"We need never shout across the spaces to an absent God. He is nearer than our own soul, closer than our most secret thoughts." a.w. tozer