Feeling Remote in the Office

"The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him. It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord."

Lamentations 3:25-26, ESV

I've been feeling far away from God this past month or two. It's not a common feeling for me, but it's happened often enough that it no longer causes me to panic. As anyone who's been around the Kingdom block a few times will tell you, it's a natural part of the spiritual journey. I know that if I keep leaning in and cling to fact over feeling, one day the feeling will once again accompany the facts.

It's been a hard season in general, to be honest. Work has been...awful. My family has been dealing with some health issues that has been draining on everyone, simply because we love each other. And when someone you love is hurting, it weighs on you too. I've been feeling pretty abandoned by God here in D.C. as I cry out for deliverance in certain areas of my life and see no change.

This past week was my first full week back in the office in over five years. I actually like a lot of things about being in the office, but when I was already getting up at five, working straight through to ten and still struggling to get everything done, adding in two hours of commuting is gonna kill me.

It's also the first time I've had to leave Squirrel for any considerable amount of time; he's a post-COVID dog. Fortunately, he's very good at being alone, but he's still seemed a bit out of sorts. I keep wondering if he feels abandoned, suddenly finding himself alone all week.

"But, Meg," you say. "He's just a dog. You're being dramatic."

No, he's SQUIRREL, he's my fur-son, and I worry about him.

What if he thinks I've left him? What if he think's I'm never coming back? I have work I must do for both of our benefit, but I am always behind the scenes making sure he's okay. Heck, you should have seen how I flew home today when I saw a thunderstorm rolling in (currently writing this from on top of my dryer while Squirrel hides from the storm in the space next to it. He's not a happy boy).

I imagine it's much the same with God. He's working, doing something in my life and those around me, though I can't see it. He's always there providing in the background, even when I feel abandoned with only a short visit from the dog-walker (neighbor? church friend? phone call from home?) for company.

Before Squirrel knows it, the weekend will be here, and we'll sit together on the deck and run in the park. All will be forgotten.

I know if I hang tight, God will reveal himself again. Until, I'll trust and obey.

This is Meg and Squirrel, signing out...from the laundry room.