Most my adult life I’ve been asking, “where are you God”? Today, I felt like God was asking ME the same thing. Where am I?
Am I running or hiding in my shame or guilt like Adam and Eve?
Am I distracted by many things like Martha?
Am I stuck in my head unable to listen from the heart?
I’m thinking maybe God has always been here, but it has been me that has been missing.
The Undoing of Me 
I’ve spent so much of my life distracted, away from the arms always there to hold me. I hear you.
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Same. Very well said. Love it.
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