…Yet Your Footsteps Were Not Seen

The waters saw you, O God, the waters saw you and writhed…Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind, your lightning lit up the world; the earth trembled and quaked…yet your footsteps were not seen (Psalms 77:16, 18,19).

Even when I don’t sense your presence, I know I must trust. Trusting gives me hope. Hope keeps me going. All is borne from memories past: the testimonies of others, the sense of your past presence and yes, the little miracles experienced.

My vision may be clouded and my ears plugged, but still I have the assurance that I can trust you. Yes, even when I do not sense your presence; for I remember the promise you made to me many years ago—“I will be with you until the end of your time.”

If I could only quiet the noise in my head and the distress in my heart; maybe then I can remember that promise anew and hear your footsteps once again.

So now I trust and wait and hope as I live out your promise in faith. I remain faithful this Good Friday, with the hope I have in you, as I awake anew on Easter Sunday.