Skip to main content

When God Hides His Face

I read a devotional this past week that I'm sure was meant to encourage, but had quite the opposite effect. The writer said that if we aren't close to God, it's all our fault. The author ended there: if you're not close to God, it's your fault. He gave no words of hope or grace.


My husband and I have dear friends that we've had for thirty to thirty-five years - since high school and the early days of our marriage. We consider these people dear friends - not just friends, yet we don't talk to or see any of them on a regular basis. When we get together with them now whether individually or as a group, it's as if no time has passed. We are as comfortable with each other as we had been when we would see each other daily. Our hearts were knit together years ago and neither time nor space can unravel them. So it is with God. He isn't bound by time or space, so although we may turn our eyes from Him; although our lives may get hectic and we may get stressed; although we may feel far from Him, He is with us. The only thing that changes is our sense of His presence, and our sense of His presence is not the same thing as His actual presence.

I agree with the writer of that email in that sometimes we are the reason that we don't sense Him with us. We get busy. We get discouraged. We get distracted. It's life. It happens. Yet I think there are other times when He hides His face from us on purpose in order to stir our hunger for Him. Just as in the Song of Solomon, the bride doesn't realize how much she wanted to be with the bridegroom until He leaves. She had originally turned Him away. She was too tired. She didn't want to get up and open the door for Him. He leaves and she realizes what she's done. She goes out searching for Him. She has to find Him. I know that when I've gone through times like that, it has been good for me to see in myself my own desperation for God. It has been, is, and I believe will continue to be, those seasons that keep me from thinking I don't need Him or that I can do it on my own. I not only need Him; I need to know that I need Him. I need to be aware of my need for Him. It does something to my heart - and to my pride. I don't like it, but it's good for my soul.

You may not have noticed this, but people aren't always patient. We don't want to search the city as the bride in Song of Solomon did. We want God to be at our beck and call, but He loves us far too much for that. He sees the end from the beginning and knows exactly what our souls need.  When we don't get what we want, it's easy instead to get a lousy attitude. Like children, we're tempted to turn our back on God and say, "Fine. Be that way. I don't need you anyway," but sooner or later we realize what a lie that is. We're not fine and we do need Him - desperately. And when we come to that point of desperation, we fall on our knees and cry out with all of our heart and all of our soul and all of our being, "I have to have You! I can't make it in this life without You!"

It's a place I hate to be . . . and I place I love more than any other.

Comments

  1. You really hit the nail on the head with this one, sissy! debz

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

How Do You Wait?

The barren one is now in her sixth month.  Not one promise from God is empty of power  for nothing is impossible with God. Luke 1: 37 The Passion Translation I've never thought that much about Elizabeth. Gabriel speaks here to Mary - the mother-to-be of none other than GOD Himself! Who has a thought to spare for this side character in THE story of divine visitation? God come to earth. Wow. Talk about a headline for the New York Times! Why does Gabriel even mention Elizabeth? I don't know, but I'm glad he did.  I read these verses with a different perspective this morning.  "The barren one." Elizabeth is now past childbearing years. It's not a secret. Everyone in her community knows she's barren (it's obvious). The life part of her life is over. There is no hope for her to have her dream - a life like her friends have. She's different from her family, her neighbors. In a time when children are everything, she has nothing.  And now it's too late...

Rethinking My Rightness

I used to label myself as a conservative Christian. Used to. Lately, I'm almost ashamed to even be called a "christian" (that lowercase "c" is on purpose). It seems that over the last eight to ten years, being "christian" has become more about being right than about being Christ-like. It's more about enforcing a perceived level of moral behavior that has nothing to do with a person's heart (what was that Jesus said about a "whitewashed tomb" in Matthew 23:27?). Being "christian" has become more about power, control, and supremacy than it is about loving your neighbor or your God. I'm deeply saddened by the current "christian" focus on the sins of others (LGBTQ anyone?), by the lack of humility, by the pain inflicted (knowingly and unknowingly) on those who are unlike us. I've recently seen the ugliness of my own whitewashed tomb. I don't like it. I cried to see that my heart contains such haughtiness an...

Kippy Is Born

I awoke in the middle of the night or so it seemed for it was still dark outside my window. I was groggy, but I knew I'd heard something. What was it? The puppies! I was awake in an instant. Glady was having her puppies! I scrambled out of bed as fast as I could and ran down the two flights of stairs that took me to where my mom and one of my three sisters sat and watched Glady, lying in an open box filled with old blankets. She was licking one of three tiny black puppies. I'd never seen anything so small that was actually a real live puppy! They were so small even I could have fit one in the palm of my hand - and I was only 7 years old. They were cuter than any stuffed animal I'd ever seen. I wanted so much to hold one, but my mom said that Glady wouldn't like that very much, so I just watched as she licked them (Mom said that was her way of giving them a bath) and as they snuggled with her. They couldn't even open their eyes yet. It wasn't too long before the ...