Why Does God Conceal a Matter?

It is the glory of God to conceal a matter, But the glory of kings is to search out a matter. Proverbs 25:2

As we walk this life, I’m sure you’ve noticed the things that you don’t understand but wish you had answers to.

The deaths that have rocked you.

The trials that have shaken you.

The fights that almost lost you.

The problems that have unravelled you.

And what next? How easy it is to turn our face from God, as if He is the one who orchestrated these monstrosities.

On days like today, when I read about terrorist attacks in the country I’ll be traveling to in 2 weeks, my heart breaks.

I’m lost in mysteries, complexities that have me drifting into waves, boat-less and hopeless.

“Not so quickly,” His voice cries out.

He grabs me, wraps me in warmth and treasures.

When I want to fade away when heavy weights are upon me, there are truths that have a basis to hold me.

And no, our minds will not agree with such a basis… almost automatically pulling at stress and worry and concern and facts.

Gosh, facts are so dangerous. It’s like this signed document with all the reasons we’ve found for the consequence ocurring.

But His love truly surpasses all facts. It says, “I am more than these. I am, I AM.”

And a rush of rest, assurance, love, tranquility, and hope come in.

Our facts will never be erased. They will never be burned away and left without mention.

But will love be what takes us on towards the next?

Because there is a beauty in concealment. There is a security that says, “Come in close, and you will find… Find what only those who long to be close will know.”

You see, concealment from the Father is beauty and enchantment. It’s not terror and it’s not a problematic situation. It is His love. If His character is seen rightfully, we will see that His hand desires to take ours. To walk with us in the unknown. That His expectancy for our lives is love and fruitfulness.

It’s basking in the warmest sun on the chillest of days. It’s a bud experiencing bloom despite the horror of the storm that’s passed.

Love is calling us into Himself.