When God Feels Silent
For the past few weeks I’ve gotten into the habit of walking the dog again. After dropping the kids off at school, I come home, grab the leash, and the very energetic dog. Together we walk the same path every morning. Up and down the hills of my neighborhood, I never take my phone or listen to music. The only sounds I hear are the insects, a random lawn mower, and the cars going to work on the main road. …
