Standing in the dark, not knowing if I Am with you. Feeling the poverty of your prayer life Wondering where I went. Wondering if I Am? So many questions. A miracle would be good but since there is none Still you put one foot in front of another Still the ember glows in your heart Still you help, you give out, you love. This is faith.
“Oh but it isn’t love” I hear you say, “I just do stuff ‘cos it needs doing. “If I didn’t, who would?” So you carry on caring for the helpless, Not seeing that as you wash their feet, you wash mine. You argue that your lack of feeling means you love less.
No child, the lack of feeling means you love more for you are still there. Caring.
You stand on Sunday, exhausted. Barely able to sing, your heart in your boots. But the song of your caring deeds is sung in my Presence. Beautiful worship.
This season will not last forever. Your service honours me and is done unto me.