My whole life I have passionately sought after God.  Some times I seek harder, some times I seek less.  I can remember one season of my life in which I thought I could find God through emotion….the idea that if I had some type of encounter to where goose bumps came over me, tears began to flow, and almost a sense of intoxicating drunkenness was experienced…then….then I truly encountered God.

But more recently God has been revealing himself to me in a new way…and I think in a much purer way for me. 

Yesterday I visited a lady in a behavioral corrections facility in the Atlanta area.  The people in this facility were broken, hurting, confused, in pain.  As I spoke with this lady my heart was humbled.  By being with her there, in that moment, sharing in her suffering…I experienced God. 

Blessed are the poor…

Blessed are those who mourn…

Blessed are the broken…

God is with broken people…and I want to be with God.