Where Was God?
Last updated 5/25/2013 at 11:13am
As I lay bruised and bleeding on the side of Interstate Highway 10, watching the taillights of the semi fading into the distance, I thought, so this is how God answers prayer.
Less than forty hours earlier, huddled under an overpass of I-95, shivering in the cold spring rain, I’d prayed these words, “God, I don’t know where I’m going but I trust You’re going to take care of me.”
It was the first time I’d prayed in over five years but I was feeling desperate, a minor illegally in the USA, hitchhiking my way to a town that I’d only ever heard mentioned on a TV soap opera. T...