My son is 2 years and 4 months old. Last week, we played hide and seek at my mother’s house. “You hide, and I’ll count to 10,” I said. I counted and he went and hid. It was very clear where he was hiding. I could see him from where I was standing, but I went to “look” for him anyway.
“Hmmmm…” I said. “You’re not behind the chair…”
“I’m hiding over here, mommy!” He gleefully shouted.
It occurs to me that we play the same game of hide and seek with G-d. We are always searching, but G-d is always right “over here.” G-d is in the kindness of friends and family and in the warmth of community. G-d is in the beautiful sunsets and the sparkling snow. G-d is in the moment when depression lifts and the world once again appears in color. G-d is hiding with us, even in our darkest moments. It’s just that the dark moments are the hands covering our eyes, making it hard to see. We just have to remember that just because we can’t see something in the moment, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
I believe in the sun even when it is not shining.
I believe in love even when not feeling it.
I believe in G-d even when G-d is silent.
-Inscription found on the wall of a cellar in Cologne, where Jews hid from the Nazis
(as quoted in Siddur Likrat Shabbat)