Morning watch 5:08 am 7/27/25

As a spiritual companion, I have long believed that presence matters more than certainty.
That questions can be kinder than answers.
That belonging must be felt before it can be taught.
This morning, the quiet affirms it again.
 
“Be still, and know that I am God…” — Psalm 46:10
 
But even in stillness, a question echoes.
 
“Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?” — Isaiah 6:8
 
God is not absent. God is seeking.
Not just worship, but cooperation.
The Spirit stirs, but many are preoccupied—
with vainglory, comfort, or ease.
The invitation waits, not because God withholds it,
but because we are slow to respond.
This morning’s rhythm is nonlinear, textured.
The Spirit is not always sequential.
It pulses, pauses, returns.
And still, it belongs.
Even silence may be aspiration.
The Spirit remembers what we hoped for before we were ready.
God waited forty years with Moses.
Moved through Hannah’s longing.
Treasured what was offered in desire before it became action.
 
“For now we see through a glass, darkly…” — 1 Corinthians 13:12
 
We are still becoming.
Yet God still asks.
So I place my hand over my heart.
Not to answer with certainty—
but to say, with presence:
Here I am.
Let this be enough for now.