There are times when I call out to God; panic, angry, frustrated tearing kleenex kind of calling out and I don't hear anything back.
This.
"When Israel (you, me) was a child, then I loved him and called my son out of Egypt. Yet, I taught Ephraim (you, me) how to walk, taking them by their arms or taking them up in My arms, but they did not know that I healed them. I drew them with cords of a man, with bands of love, and I was to them as one who lifts up and eases the yoke over their cheeks, and I bent down to them and gently laid food before them." Hosea 11
Could it be, His "silence" is because He's holding me close?
Could it be I'm healed......and don't know it?
When I think of God, of the Lamb that He sent me, bending down to me, to me.....and gently laying food in front of me?
Could it be His silence is Him busy loving me. And I didn't notice?
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