What Happens When It Fades Away?

When we first came home from Houston last fall, I felt like I was walking around with a face that just glowed. I felt a lot like Moses must have felt after coming down the mountain. Every part of me felt like I was just filled with the presence of the Lord. This lingered for weeks, months even. Lately I'd started to feel like myself again. Then I realized that I'd lost it. That glow. What must Moses have felt when his glow faded away? I remember what it feels like. I can almost grasp it. It's just out of my reach. That's how it's supposed to be. As I was driving home from Ash Wednesday service, I realized that I'm not necessarily in a 'bad' place because I don't feel the glow every day. I've just reached the point where God set me down. He'd been carrying me for over a year. He set me down not because he is leaving me but because He knows I'm ready to walk on my own again.

I've kind of felt 'removed' from God in the last couple of weeks. A little lost. I'd gotten way too comfortable being carried. In my imagination I'm having this conversation with God.

Me: What?! Walk with you? Oh, okay. (see me trying to make my legs move)
I can't remember how!

God: Yes you can. I'm right here if you stumble. I'm not going anywhere.

God could carry me forever if He chose. But as my Father, he wants to see me in action. He'll carry me again if it's necessary. But for now...I'll walk with Him.