God! Where are you? Are you there? I just need to see you. Show me your face. I’m trying so hard to hang on. I’m trying so hard to trust in you. I feel alone. I need to see you.
I don’t know about you, but I have thought like this. Had moments like this. Felt like this.
If I could just see God’s face, I would be alright.
And I could sit here all day and say that those feelings have gone away and that everything is always sunny in my life.
I was listening to a speech just the other the day from a music artist named Lecrae.
He spoke about having those moments where it seems like the tests of life are really coming at you hard, and it’s easy to find fulfillment in the things of this world.
I’ve found myself searching for fulfillment in all the wrong places. It’s until you’ve been stripped to nothing that you begin to reflect and think about what God has been saying all along.
This single word is something that this entire world can’t seem to grasp. And it’s not because we’re hard of hearing or that we’ve got our head screwed on too tight.
We can’t seem to grasp it because it’s foreign to us. If a tree fell down in a forest and no one was there to see it, did it happen?
Some would argue that it can’t be proven. They would gather up their scientific supplies to study the forest. Because without the evidence. Without the visible truth. They just couldn’t be sure.
I’m very much Thomas.
Thomas was one of Jesus’ disciples; the same one that the coined term “doubting Thomas” was named after. He wanted to see the face of Jesus and hear that familiar voice. He longed for the physical evidence of Jesus in order for him to believe that the son of man had risen.
The world doesn’t run on faith. It doesn’t say to believe in the unseen. It tells you to gather sources, research, test the theory and come up with a concrete answer.
God says all we have to do is have faith the size of a mustard seed. That’s it. He’s not asking for a lot.
But the only way we can do this is by getting out of our own heads, forfeiting control and trusting in Him.
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