After communion, I shut my eyes and knelt.
I breathed in, and sought a silent respite from the to-do list I haven’t yet learned to push away from the forefront.
“I can’t do this without You.”
My own tone caught me off guard. This wasn’t “I can’t do this without You” as in “I need You. Thanks for being there.” This was “I can’t do this without You” as in “…where the heck have You been?”
I laughed a little.
As if He ever left.
As if when I am on Twitter first thing in the morning instead of in prayer, it’s because God didn’t show up.
He has been where He always has been.
All we have to do is go there.