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Put-a-bird-on-it

Often I pass by "inspirational quotes", labeling myself as a bit of a skeptic... Today one grabbed my attention because I feel it labels the season I'm in spiritually right now:

Refuse to be content with just the knowledge of God- insist on experiencing His presence.

I copied it onto a little green notecard, "put-a-bird-on-it", and it's sitting on my kitchen counter, adorned with a little paper clip given to me by Caitlin Hooper (http://ckp.showitsite.com/)... ready to remind me to be in with both feet daily.

"Experiencing God's presence" is new for me- REALLY FEELING IT. I used to write off the idea as "emotionalism", but then I realized that our relationship with God is like a marriage- if we mumble "luv ya" once in awhile, but there is never any passionate expression of that love... is the love really there? We must passionately express how we feel about God to Him. And in that moment, we "experience God's presence". For me this is through music. I know God gave us music because there are some things that can't be expressed with words alone... and so I sing.

Please swap stories with me- how have you experienced God's presence?
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  1. Caitlin Kristine PhotographyMarch 13, 2012 at 8:06 PM

    Thank you for the reminder friend. I have been chewing on this concept in the past couple of days, too, but you have put beautiful lyrics to it. (c:

    p.s. And thanks for the shout out. (c;

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