I was asked a question today…

Tell me where you see or feel the presence of God.

I answered

In all honesty, I am struggling to see him right now. That I continue to search and hope must be where I find him. Otherwise, why would I continue to hang on?

The last three years have been “one damn thing after another.”

I am a simple non important person in the mix of things. That this barage of things continues to work at breaking me down is a sure sign that I need to hang on no matter what.

It must be a sign that my faith matters more than I believe it could.

The only one who would work so hard to make me stop believing is satan. If my faith matters that much to satan, it must be more important than I believe it to be.

Therefore, I walk thru this desert looking for something to quench the dryness. Something to show me I am on the right track. Something to affirm what I know to be true.