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 .