The Presence of God

Kyle Reed // @kylereed

The presence of God is a mysterious thing. I do not know if you can easily explain it or explain it at all for that matter.

What I am learning about the presence of God:


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Would love for you to share if you feel comfortable to share a moment when you have felt the presence of God in the last month?

*kyle

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Kyle Reed

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I create websites, conversations, and ideas. Advocate for the 20 somethings. Looking to connect everyone to a mentor. Married to my best friend, Ginny. I like my coffee black and my dog Jack. I currently live in Nashville and work at Sony Music/Provident in Nashville
  • http://www.cartoonrebellion.net Jenny

    Love these thoughts. It’s so important to feel and grasp the movement of God, to feel His presence and fully surrender to that presence.

    In response to your question, it’s hard for me to choose just one moment to share with you all of a time in which I had recently felt the presence of God. In the last couple days, the Lord has been so sweet to me.

    Recently I have started serving in a ministry that hosts apartment churches in lower income complexes. Walking onto some of those apartment complexes sometimes is a scary experience, one doesn’t know what to expect. These people are living in what could be defined as the slums, some in apartments with mattresses lining the floor. The buildings look old, and the wood exteriors are often rotting, trash littered on the floor. And as we all know from watching the news, where there is poverty there is often crime.

    I still get scared, and before each service we split up and knock on doors. Alone. This was my first time knocking at this particular complex. Though i felt the need to be compassionate, I was still scared. I didn’t know what to expect. It was like walking on to a foreign land.

    But I felt the Lord’s presence. I felt the Lord’s presence as i knocked. Fear was gone. Compassion was found. Not by my doing, but by God’s love for His daughter and His people of yesterday, today and forever. Compassion had to shine through me, not fear and condemnation.

    As I knocked the Lord placed this on my heart and mind “How beautiful are the feet… who march into the dark for me.”

    The extravagant presence of the Lord filled me. I was home, and the fear and uncertainties were gone. My purpose was to walk in His presence, knowing He’d keep me safe.

  • http://www.mohan37.com mo

    Man you post more than I do :) hard to keep up.

    Last night I dropped my head on my desk and cried out about why I cant make repentance a final act sometimes. I keep myself in check usually, but I kind of lost it in he middle of frustration. God sent that wave … that holy spirit calm that comes after true submission and confession. He was there, and I was back in the game, forgiven and stronger than before. I love his presence.

    Thanks for this. i’ll check out the video when I can watch in peace.

    • http://thoughtsaboutnothing.com Kyle Reed

      :)