The day shone brightly upon us, sun glinting off the lake, all a promise of summer’s dawn. Still, she shivered in the warmth and pulled a gray, hooded sweat jacket tightly around her.
“I just don’t feel it. I don’t feel God. I don’t feel the presence of the Holy Spirit. I feel bone dry. And, well, cold.” Another shiver and a tug on her zipper. Please read the rest here.