But I can’t see you
I was tucking in my three-year-old twin girls, Emma and Dessie, and they asked [begged] me to lay down with them for a “wittle bit”. After squeezing my way between them, Emma anxiously squirmed and said, “Daddy, I can’t see you.”
“I’m right here, next to you, Emma,” I replied.
“But I can’t see you, Daddy.”
I reached out and placed her little hand on my face. “There. Can you feel me?”
Emma, now with a bit less anxiety in her voice: “Yes… but I can’t see you.”
“It’s ok that you cannot see me. You can hear me. You can feel me. I am right here next to you. Ok?” I was trying to reassure her.
Dessie chimes in triumphantly: “I can hear you and I can feel you, Daddy.”
Emma giggles then, through her laughter, says, “Ok, Daddy. You are there. I feel you next to me.”
I took advantage of the moment, trying to explain as best I could to my three-year-olds: “You know… God is here, too. Even though we cannot see him, he is right here next to us. God is always with us.”
Dessie delightfully squeals, “God is here.”
“Yes, babies… God is here.” With that I wrapped my arms around them and encouraged them to close their eyes as they drifted off to sleep.
life.change >> God is right here next to me
When you go through deep waters, I will be with you.
When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown.
When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up;
the flames will not consume you.
For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.
Isaiah 43.2,3a
