For [the Lord] did not despise or abhor the affliction of the afflicted; he did not hide his face from me, but heard when I cried to him. (Psalm 22:24)
A lazy afternoon. “Sorry I’m so quiet,” Dixie sighs, looking
up from her book. “I’m not much company today."
“It’s alright,” I respond. “Your presence is enough.”
And it is.
It’s enough to know she is here with me, and I am not
alone, like so many who have lost their loves. It is for this, after all, that
we are made, not the state of marriage necessarily but to know and share the
comfort of other hearts.
Wonderfully human, this need. It stirs our hunger for
others and for a much greater heart who is loving, powerful and near, a Blessed
Presence who doesn’t run away or hide when we are hurt or afraid, forgotten or rejected.
We fly into the mercy of God on the wings on this
need. Like so many of old and Jesus himself, we pray our distress, begging to
feel the beams of Love’s presence enfolding and holding us near. Hungry to be
heard, we call out to the One who never hides his face, who is always there and
whose presence … is always enough.
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