Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
For the most part, I have no beef with AT&T as my cell phone provider. The signal is strong and reliable in the metro area where we live. No missed calls (unless I choose to miss one), no dropped calls; just dependable service.
But take the phone to rural Oxford, and all bets are off!
I find this particularly frustrating during my last visit with Mom, as I'm expecting to hear from my doctor's office regarding some lab results. Twice, they try to reach me, and each time, my phone refuses to ring, sending the caller straight to voicemail. Ugh! I have to use my mother's land line just to call them back, and leave a message for them to contact me on her phone. What a hassle!
Then there's the constant challenge of text messaging. There are areas of Mom's house that are "dead" zones, where the words, "No Service," show up where I should see at least one "bar." I've even had to walk outside, all the way to the end of the driveway, to snag a signal strong enough to send the text. I can't begin to count the times when messaging fails, and I'm prompted by my phone to try again.
Although my phone fails to connect, I never have to worry about connecting with God through prayer. No matter where I am, where I go, with others or alone, He is my constant companion. I take great comfort in knowing He is present always, whether I feel Him there in the moment.
Because faith has nothing to do with feeling, and everything to do with trust. Trusting wholeheartedly in the One who keeps His promises, whose hand will guide me, whose right hand will hold me fast.
God, my friends, is holding your hands, too.
And He is forever and always at your service.