There are seasons when God feels close enough to hear your thoughts before you finish them. And then there are seasons when you’re praying like you’re leaving a voicemail. You know the kind. You pray. You wait. You pray again, just in case the first one didn’t go through. You start wondering if heaven has you on Do Not Disturb. It feels quiet.

Have you ever watched the trees on a breezy day? Leaves dancing. Branches bowing. Hair blowing across your face like it has somewhere important to be. You don’t see the wind. But you sure see what it does. No one stands outside and says,“Well, I can’t see it, so I refuse to believe in it.” That would be… windy nonsense. (Yes, that is now a theological term.)

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