What if the silence after prayer isn't proof of God's absence, but instead evidence of God's awe?
What if it's just the silence preceding a slow clap?
What if I'm the character in the series God has been reading for years, and I'm finally going to Do the Thing? The Thing God has been waiting for me to do since page one. And unbeknownst to me, I've just done it.
So I'm not alone in hardship. God just had to put the book down to cry a little bit. My Creator had to go back and reread it a few more times, just to savor the fact that it's real, that I am real, and all of this is really happening.
What if God always knew I would trample this hardship under my feet, but is too giddy with anticipation to see me succeed to interrupt?
