This morning, in the presence of Jesus, I feel gladness and joy.  I feel happy as I consider my standing as an heir of God.  I feel honored to be counted among the saints of the Almighty One.  I feel free to enjoy His presence as one of His own.  I sense the opportunity to be a partaker of the joy of the angels in Heaven as they add their harmony to the song of the Redeemed.  I feel a big smile of gratitude welling up inside me; but I don’t necessarily feel excited. 

           This morning, I feel overwhelmed because of the weight of things I have recently needed to repent for.  Though I have been forgiven, I still feel the need to forgive myself for a long list of things which should not, but do remain in my memory.  I feel the need to purge my thoughts and ensure that these things will not return and cause me to slip at some future time.  I feel contrite, lowly in spirit, and ready to fall on my face; but I still don’t feel excited.

           This morning, I feel very aware of the presence of the Lord here.  I feel the need to respond in worship, to humble myself, and to identify with the other worshippers around me.  I have the desire to plumb the depths of the One to whom I owe my prime devotion.  I feel free to express my love for my God in ways that are heartfelt, sincere, and uniquely mine; but I don’t feel excited.

           This morning, I feel pensive, knowing my need to search my heart for ways to honor the Lord with my actions.  I feel anticipation about ministry opportunities I expect to encounter in the coming days.  I feel ready to face the world, knowing that I am a well equipped overcomer and can, with love, conquer any obstacle; but I simply don’t feel excited.