Journal: December 8, 2014

Took a study break to write a little prayer. As I laid my pen down, an instrumental version of Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing began to play on my Pandora. People say "you can't see God" or "God doesn't answer me". Maybe God is too perfect to be seen or heard or felt by our imperfect senses. Maybe God is too beautiful to be sensed by anything other than our hearts. Instead of opening our eyes to find God or opening our ears to hear God, let's open our hearts and allow His inhabitance there.

"Here's my heart, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above"