And just when you think all is lost and that there is no possible way to move forward, a door quietly swings open. It swings open and suddenly after having run down dark hallways desperately trying locked doors, one gently swings open seemingly on its own accord and you find yourself standing in a doorway flooded with quiet light and you hear a voice say...this is the way, walk in it.
God moves. God lifts the veil, floods in like a river, swings open the door you could never find, much less open, and there you stand in hope and light.
I can't prove it--but I know it. It's happened too many times in my life to be random, too often to be coincidence, enough times for me to come to believe that there is Someone who hears me. Someone who intervenes.
It's not enough to eradicate all doubt because there have also been many, many times when doors did not swing open and only the tightest and darkest of rat holes was provided as the way out...but even then, a way was provided.
Too many times to be coincidence, too many times for me to not believe and hope, too many times for me to not pray...not enough times to erase all doubt. Not enough times to make me think I have this under control. Not enough times to make me think I can do this alone.
When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
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