Do you still believe

Lately there have been so many storms in our and lives of close people. I hate those moments of 'the news' because it's usually a shock and I feel like a bucket of cold water has been dumped. Then I am at loss of words. Then silence. Then the realisation of the words that have been said. Then the reality. Followed by sadness after I comprehend the reality.

I have to say that sadly I feel millions of miles away from God. From the peace that He brings. From the comfort that I usually find in him. I have not tried to seek him or hear him or follow him. I've felt this way for a long time now. My prayers are dry. I feel in a desert and walking a one way street.

Then an email comes. At the right moment. With the right message:

“Do you believe I still love you unconditionally—that you are right now being led by the Holy Spirit—that every tear you shed I bottle—that you are right now in this place, in this very hour, in the perfect will of God?

“Do you believe all things still work together for good to them that love me—that I hear your prayers, even when you have no audible words to express them, when all seems dark and you are overwhelmed—when fear lays hold on your mind and soul—when it seems I have shut the heavens to you?

“David, do you still believe I feed all living things: the fish of the sea, the cattle, the fowls, all creeping things? Do you still believe I count every hair on your head—that I take note of every fallen bird on the face of the earth? Do you truly believe that?

“Do you still believe—when death comes to your loved ones? Do you still believe what you have testified, that I give comfort and strength to face even the grave?

“Do you still believe I love you—I forgive you all your past sins, your present sins—and I will forgive all future sins if you rest and trust me? Do you believe I understand when Satan sends his messengers against you to implant lies, doubts, blasphemies, fears, despair?

“Do you still believe you are in the palm of my hand—that you are more precious than gold to your Savior—that eternal life is your future—that there is no power that can pluck you out of my hand—that I still am touched by every infirmity and affliction you endure? Do you still believe these things are true?”

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