When our youngest son was a toddler, we lived in a tri-level home. Many times I would be upstairs in the bedrooms or even on the main level working in the kitchen; while Trevor played in the toy room downstairs. When I was in another part of the house and he couldn’t find me, instead of asking “where are you?” he would always holler “I need you Mommy.” I have often thought about that in regards to my relationship with God.
So many times when I have felt like I couldn’t find God, I searched in the wrong places for Him. Trying to find the joy and peace in other humans, jobs or material possessions. Finally, realizing all I need to do is what Trevor did. No need to go searching for my Father, He was always there. Just waiting for me to admit “I need you Father.”