She spoke words echoing my heart. It is in the clicking and the quiet that I come to Him and know His Presence. She keeps visual reminders of grace so that when the chaos builds all she need do is look around and glimpse those reminders. A spiritual reset. That is what she called it. A spiritual reset.
In the midst of the broken and ugly, choosing to see that which is gift. Returning to grace because sometimes chaos deafens and blinds causing need to refocus. Remembering devotion becomes the devotional. Living in a fallen world in need of that return to grace.
She reminded me. Reminded me that the clicking of these keys is not for you to hear but for Him. He doesn’t need the reminding but I do. And through clicking these keys on this open source of light in this dark room, I draw closer to Him. I have missed this clicking devotion.
It is His Light I long for, not the one shining in my face. It is in this quiet place that His Light becomes loudest to me. It is that moment when nothing else exists except His Presence. Knowing His love and grace and mercy. Knowing His provision. Knowing peace. Knowing joy.
Advent in the clicking. Preparing for Him by knowing Him. Anticipating Him.
