Of all the religions man has created for his worship-cravings over the centuries, none boasts a god acting as intimate Companion to those who follow. Man-made gods, even those of other major world religions, prove themselves impotent and powerless, if not exacting and vengeful. Certainly none has shown himself an ever-present help in trouble. None dwells within, whispering His love and dancing with Father-joy over our faltering desire to please Him.
When we got home from our interrupted vacation last summer, I found myself unable to sleep in our bed due to piercing pain. Then, I discovered with the correct placement of pillows, the warmth of a heating pad pressed against my back, a sleeping medication coursing through my system, and if I could manage to withhold a single muscle movement…I could at last sleep for a couple of hours on the very firm cushions in our very narrow window seat downstairs. It was a major victory. My nighttime routine established itself with the every-two-hour need to rise and walk a bit before resuming the perfect painless position.
One morning I awoke, got my coffee and went to the couch, my habitual location for reading my Bible in the mornings. It was August, and I have in recent years read through the Psalms every summer until my Bible study class resumes in the fall. That morning I opened to the marked location and read these words: “Thou dost know when I sit down and when I rise up; Thou dost scrutinize my path and my lying down, and art intimately acquainted with all my ways” (Psalm 139:2-3).
I was truly stunned that morning with the very personal realization that my Father God, who is ever with me, had just been with me as I warily elevated my torso on the window cushions upon waking. He had been with me as I shuffled on the path to the coffeepot, and was still with me as I slowly lowered myself to the couch cushions. I had been feeling lonely sleeping by myself in the living room while my husband was comfortably sleeping in our bed, not waking every two hours as I was. But these Words of His reminded me God had never left.
What a personal Friend is our Companion! It makes me love Him more when I experience these moments of understanding, sweet moments that add up over the years producing greater faith. And though I long for a real felt presence and wish I could see Him face to face, until that Day, remembering by faith who He is remains enough.
Blessings to you and yours in the name of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. What a beautiful experience this has been to wonder among this precious site and see all the wonderful things you have done. I am not a writer but I had to write a comment because I loved everything. Thank you for sharing