The Unexpected Presence of the Always Present God

Are you still speaking, God?

The sun is absent from the sky this morning as I scratch these words in my journal. There’s not enough color to even call it gray. It’s blank and cold… and so am I.

I’m struggling this morning. It’s a familiar ache… one I’ve felt far too frequently in recent days. I feel off. It’s hard to tell if my struggle is physical or if …