Breathless

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Think back on the last time you experienced something so amazing you literally had to pause a moment to regain your composure. 

Think about the last time you witnessed something that literally took your breath away, and you had to make a conscious effort to begin breathing again.  

When was the last time this happened to you? 

Maybe it was standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon’s glory. 
Maybe it was watching the sun set gently on the horizon line ushering in the blanket of night. 
Maybe it was the gentle snow falling from the sky.
Maybe it was the beautiful face of the one you love when they unexpectedly walked into the room.
Maybe it was sitting in a movie seat beholding the inspired creative genius of a film maker. 

Whenever it was, recapture that moment now.  Remember how you felt.

I am convinced that in moments like these, we behold the glory and majesty of God. 

Yet, not in its fullness. 

As amazing as that moment is in life, it pales in comparison with the wonder and awe of being in the presence of God.  It is in moments like these that we catch glimpses of God's grandeur.  These moments are but pieces of the whole character of God.  They are but portions of the power of God.  They are but fragments of the Holy fabric that make up God.  But they are a peek into something, someone bigger than anything we can imagine.

Read what the Apostle Paul wrote to the church in Rome, “For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them. Ever since the creation of the world his eternal power and divine nature, invisible though they are, have been understood and seen through the things he has made. So they are without excuse; ”  Romans 1:19-20

If we keep our eyes open.  God will reveal God’s self and character to us in some amazing ways; ways that will leave our mouths agape awaiting our next breath.  And there we will stand, breathless before a mighty God.  

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