Quotes About Presence

It changes your outlook to know that almighty God is in every circumstance with you.

Jesus is there in the midst of the pressure with us, and He's not just standing around with His hands in His pockets. He's there to rescue us when necessary, to protect us at all costs, and to fill our cups to overflowing. We don't need to watch over our shoulders anymore. God prepares a table for us in the midst of our enemies. Jesus is watching them, guarding us, so we can keep our attention fully fixed on the face of the Good Shepherd—Jesus, our Savior.

I no longer seek the presence of Jesus. I seek the person of Jesus. I'm not after the presence of the Holy Spirit. I want the person of the Holy Spirit and His power. I'm not calling on the presence of God. I have God (Father, Son, and Spirit) living in me.

God has everyone and everything that's surrounding you surrounded.

Be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you." —HEBREWS 13:5 NIV

Dear Lord, when storms come—in the skies, in the people around me, or in my heart—help me to remember that You are right there with me and that You are bigger than any storm!

God is the immanent spirit of the community" (Royce).

The Olympic Spirit is like the wind. You don't see it coming or going but you hear its voice. You feel the power of its presence. You enjoy the results of its passing. And then it becomes a memory, an echo of days of glory.

remain in awe (and profound relief) that no matter how overwhelming and scary this journey called "life" is, when I slow down enough, I realize that it's all just made up of hundreds of thousands of "moments," most of which are pretty darn wonderful if I just take the time to witness and appreciate them.

EARS: I listen to God. I hear the joys of life. I am part of life. I listen with love.

Where other women ... were lovely, Annie Gamache was alive. Late, too late, Jean Guy Beauvoir had come to appreciate how very important it was, how very attractive it was, how very rare it was, to be fully alive.

Not a spoon clinked against a mug, not a creamer was popped, peeled and opened, not a breath. It was as though something else had joined them then. As though silence had taken a seat.

when people died, they didn't go away. They were very much alive in the minds, in the hearts, in the vivid memories of those left behind. And they were not always easy to live with. Some ghosts had demands.

The morning after their deaths, Armand had gone into their room. The scent of them, the sense of them, almost too much to bear. The clothing. The book. The bookmark. The bedside clock, still ticking. He'd thought that strange. Surely it should have stopped.

When Peter walked into a room he always swept it until he found Clara. And then he relaxed.

Who made the rule that people shouldn't eat or drink in a church?" So they'd tried it. At first it felt awkward, wrong. As though God would be offended if people took a meal in his house. Until they realized that the sacrilege wasn't eating and talking and laughing in the chapel. It was leaving it empty.

Everyone we meet, every word we speak, every action taken or not taken lives in our longhouse. With us. Always. Never to be expelled or locked away.

And now it is now, and the dark thing is here.

Armand Gamache had another skill that Brébeuf didn't seem to possess. He could disappear, when he chose. And it appeared he chose to disappear at that moment. Armand Gamache sat quietly. Almost a hole in the room.

At Christmas homes were full of the people there and the people not there.

Lying all night, holding Clara, he'd dared to hope that the worst was over. That maybe the grief, while still there, would today allow some of his wife to be present. But the woman he knew and loved had been swallowed up. Like Jonah.

Lying all night, holding Clara, he'd dared to hope that the worst was over. That maybe the grief, while still there, would today allow some of his wife to be present. But the woman he knew and loved had been swallowed up. Like Jonah. Her white whale of sorrow and loss in an ocean of body fluid.

What is essential is invisible to the

one day Jean-Guy Beauvoir understood that when people died, they didn't go away. They were very much alive in the minds, in the hearts, in the vivid memories of those left behind. And they were not always easy to live with. Some ghosts had demands.