If I can’t see them, did they exist?

I notice the deep footprints in wet sand
And how fast they disappear

A few waves . . .  


And all evidence is


And I wonder . . . 
Did they really exist
if I can’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 God’s presence
in the good times.
Deep.  Real.  
Hard times come
And sometimes it feels like all 
evidence is

And I wonder,
was he really with me
if I can’t feel Him now?

Ah yes,
I have a journal
filled with “pictures”
of God’s grace
of his presence.

Dear God,
Help me remember
            when you seem to

Last year life’s circumstances left me reeling, uncertain and feeling unsafe.  God didn’t seeem close and the doubts closed in.  The circumstances seemed more real than what was really real. (If you haven’t been here lately, catch up with my life by clicking “MY STORY”)

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 – a friend, a counselor, my community. 

He does shows up.
And He has
It’s all grace. 

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Grace and Peace – Carol
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