The Void

There are days when it feels like I'm talking into a giant void. There are days when I look around and wonder how did I come to be this person. These are the days when the enemy carefully chips away at my relationship with the Father.  He has to chip carefully because if he goes after a big hunk I recognize what's going on.  It's intricate work. A sly thought here-No one is listening-starts to eat away my faith. Then when there is the slightest weakness another sly thought creeps in-You know no one wants to hear about...
So on and so on it goes until I start to believe that God isn't really listening and, if by some miracle He is listening, he really doesn't have time to care.
But then when the void is ready to swallow me up, a word comes. Sometimes in the form of scripture, sometimes as a song, sometimes in a comment from a friend. The word comes and I remember. I remember the day I was quite sure I couldn't do any more and I felt His arms holding me. I remember the hour when all hope was lost and He said "no". I remember the moment in worship when I felt the fire coursing through every part of me. I remember that there is no void in Christ. There is a love so overwhelming and profound that millions of believers over many, many years have survived in situations where no one should have survived. I remember my Jesus who left the warmth of heaven and came to earth to be born, to live, to die, and to trimuph over death just so I can be with my God.
There is no void in God. There is no void and the most amazing thing is that he understands that some of us have to fight to remember that. He understands that struggle so intimately that He has prepared the escape for us even before we start to "go there".