his visible presence

Often times I think of God as the holy invisible, the unseen Maker, the hiding weaver of evidence. But there are moments here and there where time takes a break and I am overcome with the reality of His presence. Where I see color and creation, laughter and relationships as good and perfect gifts that exist because He does. Where I notice that all these things are a direct result of a God who lives and works and IS among us, not because we believe, but because He does. My dad calls it The God Show. Care to watch?