A Reflection by Karen Beattie

For a long time I didn’t believe that God loved me. I called him a “ghost God,” because no matter how I tried, I couldn’t see or sense him in my life. He was absent, silent. He had “left the building.” He seemed to bless everyone except me. How could God love me if I didn’t feel his presence, especially during the darkest times?

Then, one day, my spiritual director suggested I look back at pictures from my life to see if I could find God there. And as I looked at these pictures, I saw my ghost God lurking behind the smiles of family and friends, working behind the scenes in a way that was apparent only when I was far down the road. He was there, but I failed to have eyes to see. If he cares for a little sparrow, Scripture says, then we don’t need to worry. He cares for us, too. We just need to open our eyes.

 Karen Beattie

Karen Beattie

Karen Beattie is the author of Rock-Bottom Blessings. She has been a writer for more than 20 years and been published in several publications including Moody, Christianity Today, and Midwest Living.

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