There are moments in my walk with God when I have no words. Not because I don’t believe—but because I do. Deeply. And still… I don’t always understand Him.
God is vast.
Too vast to be defined.
Too holy to be explained.
And yet, so near—especially when I’m at my lowest.
He’s the Ancient of Days, and yet, somehow, He’s always making things new (Revelation 21:5). He is the Consuming Fire (Hebrews 12:29), yet He gently warms my soul with the softest grace. He is the Righteous Judge (2 Timothy 4:8), yet time and again, I’ve found Him defending me—not in condemnation, but in compassion.
There’s so much I’ll never fully understand. And honestly, that used to frustrate me. I wanted answers, clarity, logic. But I’m learning that His mystery isn’t something to fear—it’s something to lean into. Because mystery doesn’t mean absence. Silence doesn’t mean distance. Sometimes, God’s quietness is sacred stillness—an invitation to trust deeper.
“Can you fathom the mysteries of God? Can you probe the limits of the Almighty?”— Job 11:7
I can’t. But I can trust Him. Even when I don’t understand His timing. Even when I can’t trace His hand—I can trust His heart.
God has a way of showing up exactly when I need Him:
In the strength that rises when I should’ve crumbled. In the peace that wraps around me in the middle of chaos. In the whisper that settles my fear when everything else feels too loud.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”— Psalm 34:18
So when I start to question or feel forgotten, I go back to what I know: God is not hiding from me—He is holding me.
“Fear not, for I am with you… I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”— Isaiah 41:10
He is the cloud by day, the fire by night (Exodus 13:21)—still leading, even when the way ahead looks uncertain. When my faith wavers, He stays steady. When my prayers are whispers, He still hears. When I wrestle with doubt, He doesn’t leave. He reminds me that His presence is not based on my performance—it’s based on His promise.
So here’s what I’ve come to accept with a full heart:
I may never fully grasp the mystery of God…
But I can rest in it.
Because even though He is the Mysterious One—
He still calls me Beloved.
And that, I understand.
