“Mom? Jesus sees us everywhere?”
Curious to find the “blue” from which the question came, I glanced back at her through the rear view mirror. Her neck was stretched out as she sought to catch the full scenic view from her car seat. I looked out too. The grey horizon canvas. The blurry trees and cars.
“Under the covers?”
I gave up searching for a contextual cue and answered, “Yes, under the covers. God sees us everywhere, sweetheart.”
“Yep, under the covers…under the table…in the ‘frigerator…outside…He is everywhere!”
I smiled agreeing, “Yes! Yes He is.”
The quiet hum of the car returned. And I pondered.
Our God is a God who sees everything. Everywhere.
I drove, mouth gaped and mind wrestling, trying to fathom. I thought about the word omnipresence and how its bigness might steal some of the wonder…the big wonder I sensed in that moment.
We came to a stop and I put on the blinker. A silent simple prayer came with the turn, “Thank You Lord”.
I don’t remember where we were going that day. But on the way there my heart got somewhere memorable…
to a place of worship and awe,
a place of seeking the God who sees.