It dawned on me upon reading this that my greatest complaint to God is that He is real.

I’m learning to be thankful for seasons of absence.

Lord, help me through the desert, even if help only feels like heartache, even if your presence feels only like a vacuum filled with infinite longing, even if seeking you leads to an endless search–forsaking all the treasures of Egypt like a fool chasing an Infinite horizon. Even so, let it be.

Only keep me from settling for anything less than all of you.