When We Walk to the Gate

IMG_1641The sunset was amazing as I waited for Olivia to come to the car.

When I looked up, I could almost imagine God saying,

“I created this moment.

 I painted the sky all shades of purple……………….

and carefully arranged the clouds so that sunlight would peek through in just the right places.

Please notice Me.”

A peace washed over my whole body right there in the parking lot of a baseball field, and I knew this was exactly where I was supposed to be at this particular moment in time.

It was like having a worship experience all by myself.

I stepped out of my car to get a better look;

and as I walked to the fence, I pulled out my phone to snap a few shots through the fence.

The framing of the sunset in the spaces of the chain link fencing seemed like an artistic angle for taking a picture.

At the very same time, it seemed to limit the majestic moment in a way that diminished the power of God to a one-inch square.

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I stepped away from the fence, thinking a wider angle would capture the beauty more perfectly.

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I tried taking the photo a couple different ways before finally deciding to walk to the gate for a clear shot of the whole expanse of the sky.

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As I stood there, I thought about my own life and how I so often put up fencing between me and God.

And I thought about how wonderful it feels to step closer to Him , removing all barriers.

Is anything blocking your view of Him today?

Step away from the fence.

Walk to the gate.

Don’t diminish the power of God to a one-inch square.

Lift up your head.

Let the King of Glory in.

Psalm 24:7-10

Lift up your heads, you gates;
    be lifted up, you ancient doors,
    that the King of glory may come in.
Who is this King of glory?
    The Lord strong and mighty,
    the Lord mighty in battle.
 Lift up your heads, you gates;
    lift them up, you ancient doors,
    that the King of glory may come in.
 Who is he, this King of glory?
    The Lord Almighty—
    he is the King of glory.

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