For those times I need to combat the lie that I have outrun His presence (with my nonsense, with my blindness):

Where can I go from your Spirit?

Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

if I settle on the far side of the sea,

even there your hand will guide me,

your right hand will hold me fast.

— Psalm 139:7-10

🎶 Songs to keep this message in my head:

https://youtu.be/78YnKZU7G_s?si=ECl9EjFFXAnm9jym

https://youtu.be/xiUsYGddvBI?si=aHG3-AQY4irQz7-b

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You are not so far from me.

I don’t have to think too hard.

I don’t have to chase Your presence.

I breathe you in, God.

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