I bought the new The Fray album last Tuesday and have listened to little else since. I bought the sheet music to this song and I know if I keep practicing I will be able to play it before my next birthday, ha!

This song touched me in many ways, but it touched me most because it is an honest moment in this person’s life, a moment when he cries out, God, “where were you?!” and I’ve been there.

I envy those who feel God with them always. I long for those times. Lately, however, I have been overwhelmed by the goodness of God. God is always good. God is always loving. I just don’t always feel it or am blinded or distracted from seeing it.

One thing I strive for is a realness and transparency in my life and I can’t sit here and say that my walk with God is hunky dory all the time. It’s not. I’m not perfect, but He is the perfect, patient author of my life who waits for my addled human brain to catch up with His glorious plans for me.

It’s good to know God is big enough to handle my most honest, raw moments. I know then our relationship is as real as it gets, and that is more comforting than any artificial response I could conjure in my darkest, most real moments.

Sometimes life is hard, but God is good. Sometimes I realize it in those moments, sometimes I don’t. Because what I have is real with God, I know I will get to the other side of those laments of “Where were you?!” and look up in hope and keep walking.

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you, where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, You found me

One Comment Add yours

  1. Meg says:

    Very well-written, Shae. This actually brought tears to my eyes.

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