subject line: where the hell are you?

 

philadelphia, pennsylvania.

I have sought after God like I have heard in people’s testimonies. I have looked for Him whenever I felt that I was supposed to. I have searched for my “God moments” in big venues with loud bands, world famous speakers, and drastic alter calls. I have been expecting God to hit me with his booming voice, a vivid dream, a vision, or prophetic words spoken over me. But time after time I have been let down and left screaming, “God, where the hell are you?”. And now I am slowly beginning to realize that He just might be screaming the same thing at me.