When It's Hard · Doubt & Distance
God Feels Far Away
For when you feel: silence, dry season, can't feel God, spiritual desert
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
The MinuteHomily
You pray and the room stays quiet. You remember when worship felt alive, and the remembering only sharpens the distance. The man who wrote Psalm 42 knew that ache, tears for food, God seemingly gone, so if your prayers feel like they hit the ceiling, you are standing inside a psalm, not a failure. Watch what he does next. He turns and talks to his own soul, "Why art thou cast down?" and answers himself with a command, "hope thou in God," anchored in a stubborn future tense: "I shall yet praise him." Feelings are weather. God is climate, and the sun hidden from view has never once been the sun gone. So keep the appointments, read, pray, gather, not to earn His return but because dry-season faithfulness runs deepest, and He is nearer than the silence suggests.
By the MinuteHomily editors
A prayer for this moment
God, I can't feel You, but I'm speaking to You anyway, which means I still believe You're listening. Hope, my soul. I shall yet praise Him. Amen.
“If you feel nothing, your fidelity pleases God more.”
after St. Francis de Sales
Hymns for this moment
“As the Deer Longs” · after Psalm 42
“O God, Our Help in Ages Past” · Isaac Watts
One small step
Keep the appointment anyway: same time, same chair, same Word, tomorrow morning.
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