I read this from an Elisabeth Elliot devotional this morning.
Most of us experience from time to time happy feelings that we think are somehow religious. We feel that we are, in a special way, in touch with the divine. Our hearts are, as John Wesley put it, strangely warmed. But most of life is not like this. We do not live on the Mount of Transfiguration. We are not riding continually in chariots of fire.
When Jesus was preparing His disciples for His departure from them, He said, “Believe in God. Believe also in Me” (see John 14:1).
The obedience of faith requires that we do our work. We must go on day after day, simply and humbly, not waiting for chills and thrills. Grace, not revelation, is our daily bread. Grace is enough. Receiving that, in the portion given according to the loving-kindness of our God, we must act responsibly in the situation in which He puts us, as the disciples had to do when left behind at Christ’s ascension. No doubt they felt bewildered and abandoned and would have liked to have risen with Him through the clouds. When the angels suddenly stood beside them and asked why they were gazing into the sky, the disciplines came down to Earth, as it were, went back to Jerusalem to the lodging where they belonged and carried on with their prayers (see Acts 1:9-14).