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Why God is Like a Writing Desk

So I’m a freshman this year and while I’m here at college I have a loft bed. To get into my bed I climb the rails like a ladder and to get down I step on my roommate’s desk which is conveniently placed at the end of my bed. The heighth of the bed, however, is higher than normal because I have it on bed raisers so I can fit taller things under it, thus making the distance between the top of my bed and the surface of her desk farther than what it would normally be.

Now you see, I have gotten out of my bed many times using her desk and I know it’s always there and that it isn’t going anywhere, but there have been those times when I have had to get out of bed in the dark and for a moment I have a miny panic attack thinking that it isn’t going to be there and that I am going to fall and kill myself. Now even though my roommate would get free tuition if I did die, this would not be an ideal thing to happen at 1 am. So I know that my roommate hasn’t moved it in the last few hours I’ve been asleep and I’m pretty sure that I would’ve woken up if that had been the case, but for some reason my brain thinks that it’s a possibility that some weird, magic, demon elves could have come and moved it in compete silence and that it isn’t going to be there just because my eyes can’t see it. I know this is completely irrational and I often times reprimand my brain for thinking such things, but it still tends to happen any way. So as I slowly begin to slide farther and farther off my bed, all I can do is hope that somehow the desk is still there and that I’ll live to see the light of day once again. And after what seems like an eternity, my foot finally feels the surface of the desk and relief sets in.

So I was thinking about this situation and it made me realize that this is me when I feel that things in my life are in the dark and it seem that God isn’t there. I feel that if I go anywhere I’m going to fall and get hurt, when in reality He’s waiting right where He’s always been. Just because I can’t see Him doesn’t mean that He isn’t there anymore, He’s waiting for me to just step out and realize that He’s never left. I have to take that leap of faith that I know will be solid and trust that I’ll be ok.

I have to remind myself that God will always be the like the desk at the end of my bed. No one is going to move Him and no one ever will and there is nothing that I can do that will ever change where He can or cannot be.

Hebrews 11:1
King James Version (KJV)
*Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.*