He is Not Here
I went back to find Him this morning
Right where I left Him last
Right there in that same, tired spot
But He was not there
He was not exactly as I had left Him last
Why do I look for the Living in this hand-carved container?
Why do I expect Him to stay here?
He is not here
Maybe I’ll find Him somewhere else today–somewhere outside
Or perhaps He’ll find me
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So true; we tend to look “out there” for the One who is always with us, inside us waiting for us to knock, seek and find.
Yes, such a mind-boggling thing!