never too far out of reach

I was in my closet Tuesday getting ready for work. Just another morning. Got my pants, my shirt, my change for the bus.

Out of nowhere I felt an urge to pray. I couldn't make this up. Pray for people. The thing I prayed? Well, I suppose I'll mention it if asked, but not necessary right now. In any case, I prayed and went on with my day, the impression gone as suddenly as it had come. It was a good feeling.

I wonder who the prayer was for. I get the idea it is for many, but I don't know. I really don't. Maybe it's not my place to know and I'm okay with that, but I wonder. More than that, I'm thankful. Something about me isn't out of reach to God. In spite of my own thoughts and concerns, He still sees me as a person He can tap on the shoulder and give instructions. More important, that He feels that I will do as asked when I am asked to His satisfaction. This amazes me. More than that. It's just nice to know that I'm not too far away and I never can be. He'll hold me to the promises that we made and more than that, He'll just hold me.

If you're reading this somewhere, wondering about where you and God are, knowing you used to feel His breath on your skin and now feeling so far from home because of work, life, or whatever, disillusioned and tired, just know that all you have to do is be open. It doesn't say anything special about you -- this says nothing special about me -- it's a very big and wonderful things to say about Him, though. He cares more than I'll ever deserve to have Him care...

...and not being deserving is fine with me.