Like waves of fire
The presence of God comes in waves for me.
At times I feel Him so close and so powerfully that I have the greatest assurance that it's gonna be alright.
Other times I scream at the top of my spiritual voice, calling for the chaos to be made right and I hear a stillness. A void. And doubt creeps in and fills those places.
I wish I could crack the code of walking between the two.
Perhaps it is less of something to do in order to move more full into His presence,
And more of an acceptance that He will be near soon.
The waiting is the worst.
The next wave seems farther away that the last one.
I try to ride the next wave as long as possible. Trying to stay upright the entire time.
As I sink with the wave, I cling to the thought.
The thoughts get me through.
It's the only way for me right now to be still and anticipate the time when I can full feel His presence again.
"'May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." -ROMANS 15:13