I am still here

Yesterday, I was in Walmart and Addy wanted to get down and walk beside me as she does now. So, she stayed real close and I kept glancing to watch her toddle along. At one point, a man put his cart between she and I (that is for another post) and I could see the fear come into her face. Just as she started to panic I said "Addy, Mommy is right here". She immediately relaxed and walked around the cart to the sound of my voice.

In that moment, God spoke to me. I thought about how easy it is to follow Him when I can "see Him" and when it is obvious the direction we are headed. Just like a child, I feel confident as I follow Him along. However, at the moment that something seemingly blocks my view of Him.... I panic. Like Adalynne, fear takes over....It was like He said just listen....Listen and hear "Daddy's is right here"....then in confidence I can begin to walk toward his voice once again.

So, whatever takes the place of the grumpy old man with a shopping cart.....anytime you feel you loose sight of Him....just stop and listen and you will hear Him say..."I am still Here"


"Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;   Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me. Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee. For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.  I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.  My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.  Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.  How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!  If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee."

Psalm 139: 7-18