God, where are You now? I’m sitting here straining to hear Your voice, a word, a whisper in my ear, an answer to my prayer. I know You, LORD, and yet at times I think I must be deaf inside; or expecting You to answer cries or questions perhaps I should already know the answers to?
Or is it that I’ve cried before the same lament You’ve heard endlessly from Your humanity, Your creation, Your children worn? Am I stuck in pity thick, or is there a place still deep in me that with a disturbing word from someone dear, or the world at large, resurrects this sore predicament?
Perhaps Your silence gives me time to think, to pause, to meditate, to marinate in whatever is, to let the muddied waters settle down so clearly I might see again? To consider Your written words that never change? Thank You I can hide in You while dealing with uncovered wounds, or fear, or stubbornness, or pride, or whatever it is that binds my spirit now. For even if I hear not Your voice telling me just what to do, I’m finding solace with You LORD. Thank You I may dwell in You.
Romans 8:38-39 (NKJV) 38 For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, 39 nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
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