If I am honest, I seldom feel the presence of God in prayer or elsewhere. If I am genuine, I often come to prayer to the absence of a sense that God met me tenderly in return. If I am sincere, I frequently come to meet with God in a hidden place.
Yet here is the crazy part! My heart is continually drawn to that hidden place. I constantly desire to meet with God in prayer. Though I rarely feel the presence of God like I do a hug from my wife or the voice of a friend, my heart…SOMETHING within me yearns for prayer. Though I cannot point to a particular sensible feeling of God’s consistent presence, I know, SOMEHOW, that when I come to God and expose my senses, my thoughts, feelings, and circumstances without any cosmetic, God smiles.
I cannot pinpoint it, but somewhere and somehow I know that my Father loves me. I realize that God is beyond my senses. He is beyond my mind. But when my heart yearns for and desires to keep coming back to that hidden and shrouded place, I realize SOMETHING is happening that is so deep and far enough beyond me that my prayers are always being heard whether or not I FEEL Abba’s embrace.