There were times in my life, I did not sense or feel God's presence and I mistook these times for His absence.
As a troubled youth, I often visited my great-grandma's farm in the wide-open fields, wooded forests, and rolling hills of PA. My only reprieve from the years of abuse I endured as a child was this place known as the ‘farm’.
Unbeknownst at the time, the memories instilled in me from roaming…