His Name Is Near
"We give thanks to You, God; we give thanks to You, for Your name is near. People tell about Your wonderful works." (Psalm 75:1 CSB)
A few months ago, I was up in the middle of the night, not feeling well. I was alone because I'm a big girl and can take care of myself, but while I was in the throes of misery, I kept whimpering, "I want my mom."
I'm almost 50 years old, for goodness sake. There was nothing I really needed my mom to do. My distress would only have distressed her, and I would not have wanted that. But for many of us, there's just nothing quite like the comfort of having our moms near us when we're feeling puny.
In the middle-of-the-nights of our lives, God's name is near.
In the middle of the night of uncertainty, I AM is near.
In the middle of the night of loneliness, our Friend is near.
In the middle of the night of persecution, our Advocate is near.
In the middle of the night of broken promises, the Covenant Keeper is near.
In the middle of the night of numbness, the God of Passion is near.
And when, in those nights—on our knees or doubled over in agony—we whimper, "I want you, God," our perfect Parent gently answers, "I'm here. I never left."
Oh God, Your name is near. Help me to make it known.
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I'd love to hear from you! Feel free to tell me what you really think. Years ago, I explained to my then-two-year-old that my appointment with a counselor was "sort of like going to a doctor who will help me be a better mommy." Without blinking, she replied, "You'd better go every day." All of which is just to say I've spent some time in the school of brutal honesty!