Sitting in my living room, I was enjoying the stillness of the fresh, new morning.
Since everyone was still in bed, I was alone with my thoughts and God. Yes, God was in the room with me. I did not see him, but he was there. I believed he was there because he said, “I am with you always,” (Matthew 28:20).
My thoughts turned to the other things that were with me in the room. I felt a tickle on my sockless foot; it was an ant scampering across my skin.
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