I so often forget the stunning engagement of being in the presence of God while also having His presence in me. I tend to think it's one or the other, and I let my needy self forget that they are intended and most delighted when experienced together. I question my heart, when I'm in those periods of drought, if I ask to encounter the Father with a heart that expects Him to do something for me. How many times have I been indifferent to the Words of God? How often do I try to control the encounter; the flesh-breaking collision with God the Almighty?

My God is my treasure. An incomparable, immeasurable treasure. If He gives me nothing more than Himself, that is enough. Because He is the reward. I want that nothing compare to my love for Christ. Because His words are life. Even when they sting, they are life.