Where are You?
Can You hear this whisper of mine?
Can You see that I want to know You but wonder if I really matter to Someone like You?
Should I hope that You would ever wish to be in the same room as someone like me?
Do You really care?
What would I do if You actually said “Yes.”
“Yes, I’m here in this room.”
“Yes, I do hear your voice.”
“Yes, you matter to Me and I love You more than you could imagine.”
Would I be changed forever, at receiving such a clear and affirming answer?
If You spoke into my ear, breathed down me neck, shook the ground beneath my feet.
I wonder what I would do if you answered all my questions.
Would my knees tremble, would my lips quiver, would my heart race, would my soul be enraptured by a reality too great to comprehend?
Even more, would I surrender, would I trust You, would I accept Your love and love You in return?
Could it be that my questions are not really questions, but a facade to hide my fear of facing the answers that threaten my selfish will? Maybe what I really want is not answers from Your throne, but to sit on Your throne and answer to myself.
I suppose that the questions I am asking You are the very same questions You are asking me:
Where are you?
Can you hear this whisper of Mine?
Can you see that I want to know you but wonder if I really matter to someone like you?
Should I hope that you would ever wish to be in the same room as Someone like Me?
Do you really care?
That is the real question. Instead of covering up what seems obvious about God, I need to be uncovering what’s not so obvious about me.
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