“Sing me a lullaby soft as you can. Its alright. Its alright” just keeps echoing through my head almost as if to counter just what an emotionally rough and tumble weekend its been.
“Where exactly is God through all of this? Why can’t I feel him? Why isn’t he here right now” my emotions would lie to me, despite the rational part of my brain telling me “You know God’s here, you know he said he’ll never leave you or forsake you, you know sometimes he holds back the feeling of his presence to test us and make our faith stronger, and most of all, you know perfectly well that even if you can’t see him, he’s still standing right there, just out of sight, watching over everything ready to step in the moment anything is out of control.”
“Many, many times I’ve simply come under a cloak of confusion so think I suddenly find myself wondering why I ever believed in Jesus in the first place. That sweet communion I normally enjoy with God is cut off, gone, vanished like the sun behind a cloud. If you don’t know what’s up you’ll think you have lost your faith or been abandoned by God or whatever spin the Enemy puts on it.” -Wild At Heart
Yep, that would pretty much be it. But I know what’s up. “He [the Enemy] simply loves to blame everything on us, get us feeling hurt, misunderstood, suspicious, and resentful of one another.” -Wild At Heart.