There are days,
I have to remind myself of a simple Truth:
God is not absent.
Was He absent when the Israelites were wandering? Was He absent when Joseph was in prison? Was He absent when Jesus was sweating blood in the garden? Was He absent when Peter denied Him not once, not twice, but THREE times?
Was He absent when His Son died on the Cross because of MY sins? Was He?
He is not absent. He has not forsaken me, He has not forgotten me. I could quote many, so many verses right now, but honestly, I just want to marinate in that Truth.
He is not absent.
I will be A City Not Forsaken. Greater things are still to be done in this city.
(Thanks, Alece, for reminding me of this in a post of yours).