I wonder who God is these days. I wake up to something in my room, and walk outside to hearing a woman talking to a crowd of people about me.

I can deal with that. But I continue to read the Word, to pray, and all I see is that here is darkness, and the enemy has people convinced otherwise, about this place and myself.

Something is literally touching my face while I write this.

I read last night about the Pharoahs magicians. They exist here.

God is not where I am right now .

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