Where are you God? I find myself asking Him that in times of difficulties. Our family has been going through a rough patch since June. It’s crazy how one day can impact your world so immensely.
So again, I ask where are you God? He answers me in subtle ways. In the small breezes I feel when I’m outside talking to Him. In the hugs my babies give me on my rough days. In the random joyous moments I’ll experience out of nowhere and the love and devotion from my husband. I hear Him calling me to come back to prayer. Come back to Him.
I have been lost without my God. You can go to church and be in the presence of His holiness but if you are not there consciously, then are you truly there? Prayer to me is the lifeline to God. Yet when life happens, and things are either going amazingly well in life or you’re in the depths of depression you seem to lose yourself or your faith. Seemingly that’s the one thing God asks us to have. Faith.
I don’t know you guys; it seems that I have lost myself in life lately. Treading slowly back to Him. I know He is there waiting. I just need to grab ahold of the line and hold on for dear life, because if not I’m afraid I will lose myself even more.
Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.