There are times He seems to be peeking through the latticework of our world, filling the day with light.
But then there are times He hides His face behind a thick wall.
We are confused. We cry out to Him, loudly, for He must be far away.
He is not far away.
The wall is His hand, and His hand is also Him.
It is Him holding us from afar, so that we may grow and accomplish on our own.
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