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Mother Teresa lived for decades without feeling God’s presence, yet she remained faithful. She understood something crucial: God gives us seasons of consolation and seasons of desolation. The desolation is not punishment; it is training. It teaches us to love God for who He is, not for how He makes us feel.
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But let’s be honest. For many of us, “experiencing the presence of God” sounds like something reserved for monks, mystics, or the super-spiritual. We read stories of Moses at the burning bush or worship leaders who weep on stage, and we think, That’s just not my reality.
We want the mountaintop, but growth happens in the valley. Reading a single Psalm slowly. Sitting in silence for five minutes. Washing the dishes as if Jesus were standing next to you. These small acts of attention are like tuning a radio—eventually, the static fades and you hear the music.
Here is the most liberating truth I know: His presence is not determined by your temperature.
Where have you sensed God’s presence this week in an unexpected place? Share in the comments—let’s encourage each other to wake up to the ordinary holiness of today.