If every sunlit, sail crowded sea under blue heaven, flecked with wind chased white filled your soul, as with a new gift of life – think what sense of existence must be yours if He, whose thought has but fringed His garment with the gladness of such a show, were to make his home with you – and while thinking of the gladness of God inside your being, let you know and feel that He is carrying you as a Father in his bosom!
Unspoken sermons, “Life” by George MacDonald
Doubt must precede every deeper assurance; for uncertainties are what we first see when we look into a region hitherto unknown, unexplored, unannexed. In all Job’s begging and longing to see God, then, may well be supposed to mingle the mighty desire to be assured of God’s being. To acknowledge is not to be sure of God. One great point in the poem is–that when Job hears the voice of God, though it utters no word of explanation, it is enough to him to hear it: he knows that God is, and that he hears the cry of his creature. That he is there, knowing all about him, and what had befallen him, is enough; he needs no more to reconcile seeming contradictions, and the worst ills of outer life become endurable. Even if Job could not at first follow his argument of divine probability, God settled everything for him when, by answering him out of the whirlwind, he showed him that he had not forsaken him.
— George MacDonald, Unspoken Sermons; the father of Till we have Faces and GK Chesterton’s The Man Who Was Thursday?