In Him I Live

“I have all of his books,” she says. But even though she reads through endless piles of theology, she still doesn’t know who she is or what she was created for. She has all the godliness but none of the power.

“Child, I am right here. Come and spend time with me,” says Father God.

She does not hear Father God speaking because her mind is preoccupied with yet another theological book.


“I know all the formulas and the prayers,” he says. But he still doesn’t know who he is or what he was created for.

“Child, I am right here. Come and spend time with me,” says Father God.

He does not hear Father God speaking because his mind is preoccupied with praying the right words and speaking the correct phrases—making sure to work the formula strategically so that Father God will listen.


“I go to the same mega-church conference every year,” she says. “I get so excited while I’m there! Thousands and thousands of people go, you know? How amazing is that?”

“Child, I am right here. Come and spend time with me,” says Father God.

She does not hear Father God speaking because her mind is preoccupied with booking the next conference, being in the next crowd, and following the next “now” word.


“I never miss a week of church,” he says. “I feel full of faith while I’m there. The messages are engaging, the worship sounds great, and we are a relevant platform. But can you pray for me? I don’t know how to do that.”

“Child, I am right here. Come and spend time with me,” says Father.

He does not hear Father God speaking because his mind is preoccupied with serving. Got to clean the toilets, vacuum the carpets, and be a part of the worship team to be accepted by Father God.


“Oh my children, why? Why do you pursue these venues, these formulas—these things? Why do you focus your attention so directly on the “dos” and “don’ts,” the “haves” and “have nots,” Christian celebrity, ladder climbing, notoriety, feel-good moments, and fame? You know that you will need more and want more because those things are like shiny pieces of candy; they will not satisfy. I have not asked for any of those things… for I so loved the world.

Can you not see my love for you, sons and daughters? I am as close to you as your next breath.

Please be still and know me—really know me. Knowledge about me and knowing me are two completely different things.

Let me ask you a tough question: Would you be willing to leave your ministry behind to follow me?”


She looks up, but dampens Father’s voice in preference to other voices that can be seen and known as words on pages.


He looks up, but speaks over the top of Father’s voice in preference to the sound of his own voice and his own formulas.


She looks up, but then steps away from Father’s voice and into the roar of the conference crowds.


He looks up and hears the voice of Father God. “Yes Lord, I love You. I will gladly leave my ministry to follow You. I want to know what’s really on Your heart and not what someone else tells me is on Your heart. I long to hear it first-hand from You. I long to do what I see You doing—to mimic You.”

And He steps into the presence of Father God to become reacquainted with the One who knit him together in his mother’s womb… the One who knows who he is. The One he can enjoy getting to know.

“Because that is the purpose of my life, Father… in You I live and move and have my being.”

Acts 17:28

Photo by Denys Nevozhai