One of the songs that we sing at church is an invitation for the Holy Spirit to “come flood the atmosphere.”

The building is beautiful. The song employs swelling emotion.  Our voices are harmonious. Surely God will come.

But somewhere in the world is a dirty prison cell holding a believer who is crying.  Whispering His name. Begging Him to be present. Surely God will come.

God inhabits all His people. Each call to His heart moves Him. Each call. Not just the perfectly orchestrated ones. He is present.

Happily ever after, beth