I have a very vivid memory of being on the train home one day maybe a few years ago, and perhaps it was what I’d call fallow time. I’d not felt Him around for a while, but in that moment, on this packed train home, He just reminded me His name means ‘watching over you’, that He was always there, even if I couldn’t feel Him.
Perhaps it’s not being helped in a more obvious sense, but that vivid reminder still stays with me today. That reminder that He’s always there, even when I can’t feel Him, even if it’s fallow time, even if He’s off doing God Stuff. His gentle patient presence, that warm growl in my ear, that’s help enough for me.