My Hidden God

My invisible God often hides Himself. He does not often jump out at me like other attractive, visible lovers that call my name. No, although He is quite confident in Himself that He can and will satisfy everything I could ever long for, He is unlike the others that try to defend with many words, seduce, convince of their greatness. In fact, I find Him simply quietly call me to seek Him. Come, He whispers, if you want to see. Taste, try.

And yet, at the small and shabby gate that He invites me to enter, I sense great mystery behind His eyes . . . okay, I will come through this door, for though small and hidden and unattractive, I believe there is more than I know, more than I see, even more than I could ever imagine.

I let go of the hands that have grabbed mine, the ones that promise strength and thrill and protection and greatness. For at the shabby gate, I sense them lose their shine. I see them begin to fade and crumble and disappoint.

It’s hard to know for sure, for sure, for sure. But I believe. Something in my heart says there is something much greater. There MUST be. I am made to experience it.

So here I am, my invisible God that hides Himself, I believe it is You.

Take me. Let me come close.