I notice the deep footprints in wet sand And how fast they disappear A few waves . . . And all evidence is gone. And I wonder . . . Did they really exist if I canâ€™t see them now? But I know they were there I have pictures taken on a beach on March 19, 2014, 9:22 am ***** So easily, I feel Godâ€™s presence in the good times. Deep. Real. Hard times come And sometimes it feels like all evidence is gone. And I wonder, was he really with me if I canâ€™t feel Him now? Ah yes, I have a journal filled with â€œpicturesâ€ of Godâ€™s grace of his presence. Dear God, Help me remember when you seem to disappear. Last year lifeâ€™s circumstances left me reeling, uncertain and feeling unsafe. God didnâ€™t seeem close and the doubts closed in. The circumstances seemed more real than what was really real. (If you havenâ€™t been here lately, catch up with my life by clicking â€œMY STORYâ€) But over the years one of the most important things I have learned is this: He is OK with the honest struggle and doubts of his children. And I knew he was there with me, even when he seemed far away. I missed that sense of presence, but I knew I needed to pay attention, ask for help - because sometimes God shows up in how he uses people â€“ a friend, a counselor, my community. He does shows up. And He has Itâ€™s all grace.
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