Closing my eyes, expressions of praise and thanksgiving spilled from my mouth to my Creator.
Unable to sleep, I crawled out of bed early one morning and tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen. As I walked past the breakfast nook window, I stopped to view a beautiful sight. The full moon shone like a marquee—puffs of big white clouds highlighting its beauty. Mountains in the background completed the picture.
God truly is an artist. His morning strokes of beauty remind me of His eternal presence and give me a special gift to start my day. This particular picture shouted love. But when I opened my eyes, shock stole my peaceful thoughts. The moon was gone. During my moments of praise, fog had enveloped the scene.
In that moment, I heard a whisper, “Is it not still there?”
The question, like an invasion of privacy, begged a response. “Yes,” I said to myself, “the moon is still there. I just can’t see it anymore.”
God reminded me how often my walk with Him resembles that scene. When His presence resonates within me and directs me, I enjoy shining moments. At other times, I cry, “Where are you? I need You to show me the way. I can’t do this alone.”
When I go through struggles and see no visible answers to my prayers, I’m reminded of that morning scene and the soft whisper, “Am I not still there?” and of my reply, “Yes, You are still near me.”
Leave your concerns in God’s capable hands. He is always near.
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