If It Rains

by Jennifer L. Wright

Where was God in this place? The God

of my mother, of my youth—I could no longer see Him or feel Him here. He had abandoned this place. Abandoned me. And I had never, in my entire life, felt so alone.

God was all I had left. So I was chasing Him. Chasing Him the only way I knew how: the way my mother had done—through acts of love that s...