I watched the leaves dance in the wind as I sat by the window praying, while my baby girl napped nearby.
“God, I wish I could see you. I wish Jesus could sit here and hold my hand. I wish I could hear you…that we could sit together just you and me. I wish you could tell me all the things you want me to do—all the things that are important to you.
Your word?
Yes, God, I know I have your word…I know. But sometimes I want more.
Your Spirit?
Yes, Father, of course you’re right. I do indeed have your very Spirit inside of me. How much more could I possibly want? But Father sometimes even your Spirit feels distant. I know that shouldn’t be the case, and I’m sorry. I feel ashamed admitting that to you, but then again you already know, so why not talk with you about it.
God, I just want to know you’re here…that I’m not alone. That it’s going to be ok. I want to hear your voice reassure me of your presence.”
My baby girl woke then and looking around not seeing me began to cry. I immediately walked over comforting her. “I’m here, sweet girl; I’m here. You don’t have to be afraid. You’re ok. You’re not alone; I’m here.”
And in that moment tears filled my eyes as I heard the Father whispering over me. “I’m here, my child; I’m here. You don’t have to be afraid. You’re ok. You’re not alone; I’m here.”
And friend, He whispers the same over you.
