Jn 6:16-17a When it was evening, his disciples went down to the sea, embarked in a boat, and went across the sea to Capernaum. 
Jesus didn’t show…that’s it, I’m out of here. He doesn’t have the courtesy to be here when I’m ready to leave, too bad. I have things to do and places to go. I can’t stand around here all night waiting. I want to get home. I’ve had enough of playing servant to a bunch of hangers-on. I’m leaving.
Seven “I’s” to one “Jesus.” He doesn’t stand a chance in my lexicon.
How dare You desert me? Aren’t I Your most important client? Your most important adopted son? So what if I have been in a distant country where [I] squandered [my] inheritance on a life of dissipation. [Lk 15:13] That’s not the point. I’m here right now, and You’re not!
Do I really believe that Jesus deserted me? Do I really think the Father who knows when a sparrow falls from the sky and the number of hairs on my head [Mt 10:29-30], He who loved the world so much that He sent His only begotten Son to die for us, to rise for us so that we might have eternal life [Jn 3:16], that Jesus whose last words were: I am with you always, even to the end of the age [Mt 28:20] has finked out on me?
Not a chance. I can, and sinner that I am, often do leave You, but You never leave me. I may not feel Your presence. You may seem to be “gone.” But, like the poem says: “My precious child, I love you and will never leave you. Never, ever, during your trials and testings. When you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”
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 “Footprints in the Sand” by Margaret Fishback Powers