In the Secret of His Presence

By F. B. Meyer

In one sense, God is always near us. He is not an Absentee, needing to be brought down from the heavens or up from the deep.

He is near at hand. His Being pervades all being. Every world, that floats like an islet in the ocean of space, is filled with signs of His presence, just as the home of your friend is littered with the many evidences of his residence, by which you know that he lives there, though you have not seen his face. Every crocus pushing through the dark mold; every firefly in the forest; every bird that springs up from its nest before your feet; everything that is—all are as full of God’s presence as the bush which burned with His fire, before which Moses bared his feet in acknowledgment that God was there.

But we do not always realize it.