I love the start of things. I love the promise of what is yet to be. The seemingly endless possibilities. Whether it be in the empty notebook that I pick up, the blank canvas set before me, an empty garden bed prepared but unplanted, a handful of seeds, or, far more significantly, the birth of a baby.
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This past week I have thinking about times when God seems far away. How often we hear, and perhaps speak, the language of distance when we are discussing God and our relationship, or lack of relationship, with him. We speak of God as far away. As removed. We talk about prayer going nowhere, of our words reverberating around our room but never reaching the ears of God. God is remote. Disinterested. Busy. Busy with anything, everything.
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