I am reading the most amazing book by Ken Gire called "The North Face of God."
In short, the book is about finding God when He seems far away and unreachable. All of us have times in our lives when we have asked God questions, but we get no response. It feels as if God has abandoned us and the silence we feel makes us angry and hurt.
As David does in the Psalms, I started to remember my history with God. Do I remember those times God expressed His love for me so clearly? Do I remember those gifts He gave me? Those memories? Those words? Do I remember how He led and embraced me?
How could I forget...
When He told my I was "His bravest."
When He provided me with the sweetest friends in college.
When He gave me tangible signs to help with my transition to Atlanta.
That He delivered me from my old self and set me apart.
That He has given me so many opportunities to be at Whitefield.
That He delivered my mom from her past and sickness.
That He had a good plan for me in the midst of breaking my back.
When I heard Him say, "I know" amidst the craziness this past Christmas.
That He provides women of God in my life when I need them the most.
When He taught me about who I was in Him at an early age.
That He orchestrated everything with Young Life.
That we had 60 kids at our last YL club.
That He pursues my heart daily.
He has gone before me in all of these things. He might seem distant, but He hasn't changed. And neither has His love for me. It may not seem to be there, but it is. This was my prayer this morning,
"Let me hear of your unfailing love
each morning,
for I am trusting in you.
Show me where to walk,
for I give myself to you."
