like a child clinging to their parents leg

As of recent, all I have been thinking is, "What would it look like if we just learned to host the Presence of God?"  Would people get out of their church pew and leave?  Or would they get out of their church pew to lay their bodies on the ground in honor of the Man that just walked into the room?

Me?  I wonder if I would even feel Him walk into the room.  I wonder if I would be so wrapped up in what I thought He was saying that I did not even take a breath to see what He was doing.  The thought of me missing Him breaks my heart, but I am sure it has happened more than I want to know.

Jesus.

I want to be everywhere He is.  I never want to miss a beat.  But that requires sacrifice.  It takes saying,

"You can have it all Lord, every part of my world.  Take this life and breath on, this life that is now Yours." - Brian Johnson

And not just saying it, but following up on the words that just left your lips.  Opening your heart daily to what moves Him.  Opening your mind to what He says to a certain situation. Opening your eyes to what He is doing, where He is going.  Because there is a chance we could miss it if we are not like a small child who clings to their fathers leg not wanting him to leave their presence.

Just think about it.  When you see a child leave its parents for the first time, whether it is in the nursery at church or with a babysitter, the child freaks out because their parents are no longer by their side.  They cling to their parents leg and will not let go.  And more than half the time, probably 80% of the time, the child knows the person it is being left with!!  But if you have ever babysat or volunteered in the nursery you know that the child gets over it and is alright after few minutes of hyperventilating cries.  They forget about their parents and go about having fun.  Then the parent comes back and they run into their arms and life is good.

Even though this scenario is okay with humans and it is a part of life as we grow up, I NEVER want to be okay with the Father leaving my side.  I NEVER want Him leaving me to become "okay", I NEVER want it to become normal.  Like I live two different lives.  One with Him, one without Him.  Call me crazy, but I would rather die than live without Him.  I want to be so enthralled with Him in all His glory that I host His presence and therefore His presence never leaves me.  We are one.

If this is the case, than when Jesus' manifest Presence walks into the room, my spirit, soul, and body respond to Him like a hunting dog to the hunted.  My whole being is set on Him.