We all want it.
Especially us who haven't met Him yet.
And even sometimes we who have known Him for a long, long time.
We see the sky every day in all of its phases. We watch the leaves change color, curl up, disappear then return the next season. We notice the tides comes in and the sun goes down every day declaring we are still in synchronized orbit and spinning around like well-oiled, timed-out top. We smile as our small children begin to not move as uncertainly as they had before and startle when they act totally different than we ever have only to fill up with that heavy something when they suddenly look, act and speak just like us. We ache with tears when they leave for school the very first time in the morning then tingle with amazement when they head back to college two states away after Thanksgiving in the dark of the evening.
"Or who enclosed the sea with doors,
When, bursting forth, it went out from the womb;
When I made a cloud its garment,
And thick darkness its swaddling band,
And I placed boundaries on it,
And I set a bolt and doors,
And I said, 'Thus far you shall come, but no farther;
And here shall your proud waves stop.'"
I never saw any of that happen.
I guess none of us saw any of that happen.
Those waters are there though, aren't they?