A husk of its former self, my heart remained tucked on the corner of a forgotten shelf. Fear stalked my steps and doubt chased close behind. Where was God? Didn’t He hear my desperate cries for help when hope seemed lost? God’s answers did not arrive in tidy boxes...
I close my eyes, allowing its power to wash over me. Loose particles of sand dance up from the shoreline, pelting my feet where I’ve rolled the cuffs of my jeans to ankle height and the waves, placid earlier this morning, protest loudly. God’s presence is...
