Sometimes you need to be completely broken down by a God who loves you more than words could describe to be able to realize just how strong you truly are.
The only way I can truly describe my faithfulness lately is: "A constant game of Marco Polo with God." I've explained that to a few people in my life and now I guess it's time to explain it to the rest of the world. I say Marco Polo and not hide and seek because God isn't hiding from me. All the good there is in the world shows me God is here. God is great. What's really happening, however, is my eyes are shut. I'm blind to it. I can call out for God. I can pray. I can ask for mercy, blessing, forgiveness... you name it. God can call back. God can tell me I'm loved, adored, precious, amazing, strong... you name it. But no matter how hard I search, it doesn't change the fact that my eyes are shut... it doesn't change the fact that I can't get to him.
What exactly don't I find a coincidence then? People. The people in my life that God works through. I don't think I could have ever even picked a greater support group than the people that I have in my life. I don't find it a coincidence that when I do something that involves worship I hear exactly what I'm feeling come out of someones mouth. I don't find it a coincidence that the words "Man was not meant to be alone" were spoken when I needed to hear it the most. And I don't find it a coincidence that I flipped open my Bible to the Psalms and read Psalm 28 and 30 and they brought me to tears.
Things take time to get over. Pain is temporary and God's love is more than real when we decide to open our eyes to it. I need to tell myself that more often and I think the rest of the world needs to tell themselves that as well. If I used the term hide and seek, it isn't God hiding from me. It's the other way around. It's not any easier to explain than to think about how God loves us. Unchanging, unending, and never failing love. Sometimes it's hard to see that- and though I'm in a rut I know eventually He will bring me through it.
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