It happens without warning.
The way sunlight is suddenly covered up by clouds. Or sound is upstaged by a roaring quiet.
A moment ago, you felt a sure and steady Presence -
But now, all you can see is what absence leaves behind.
And though you believe, though you know, there is light on the other side of shadow...
That behind the veil of what seems real is Reality deeper and truer still…
Right now, all that you long for seems more like a fading echo than a promise of what will come.
Like a boat adrift at sea with no land in sight, you scan the horizon for any sign of parted waves or watery footsteps and see...
Nothing.
And you hear that persistent whisper say, “You will not find Him here…
”For Jesus defeated the grave… and raises us with His righteousness.
He’s the Son that pierces every cloud…
The Holy One who reaches through the veil, thin and torn, to offer us life.
And as we persevere along our pilgrim way, there is not a mile of this road that He is not with us.
His banner above us...
His Spirit inside us…
His love going before us through each shadowed valley and every starless night.
Until He leads us home at last, and we wonder how we could have ever doubted...
That He has always been - and forever will be - with us.
