I found myself in a rainforest. So thick, I couldn’t see any light coming from anywhere. I began to move. I had to find my way out. Jesus wasn’t anywhere around. Not Holy Spirit either. I couldn’t sense His presence at all. I hated this feeling. I needed to get out. Where was He? I kept moving forward, not even sure I was moving in the right direction. Sometimes it was hard, I just wanted to sit down and cry. But no, I had to keep moving. Surely I could find Him if I kept moving. It seemed like forever but finally. Finally a space opened up. And there He was. We were still in the rainforest but it was no longer thick and suffocating and here we were in a bit of an open space.
He began to speak to me. Telling me He was so proud of me for searching for Him. For not sitting and waiting in fear or frustration. He was thrilled that I had pursued Him. He just knew that I would. And I did. And He was so happy.