Fist Pump Prayer

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?

Psalm 42:2

Sundays start early at Casa della Milholland. Scott arrives at church by 7. The sorority follows for the 8:00 am service. We coax our kids and their friends with donuts since this is the only service accompanied by frosting-coated, sprinkle-encrusted goodness. Most Sundays we arrive with at least one extra girl. We girls blast down the stairs like a brood of hens toting water, a sugar high and cuteness.

My goal is to make it through the hour with minimal distractions for our fellow church-goers and maximum love and faith strengthening for us. A few weeks back Rufus, one of our teaching pastors, wrapped up his sermon with the typical, "Let us pray." 

Next to me chirped a sugar-infused "Yes!" complete with fist pumps. As a smile spread on my face, God's truth covered my heart. When was the last time I got fist-pump excited about the opportunity to pray? 

I imagine God getting way more enthused than that, when we come to meet with Him. As we bow the space of our heart, He prepares to move mountains with a whisper. But do I anticipate a Carole King moment? One where - 

I feel the earth move under my feet. 

I feel the sky tumblin' down.

I feel my heart start to tremblin' whenever you're around.

An encounter with God surpasses any romantic interlude...

A lover can move our hearts but not our obstacles.

A spouse can hold our hand but not our future.

A loved one can make our day but not our eternity.

When can I go and meet with God?