The horror I’d witnessed in that desolate field—from godly men, from the man who shared my bed—had shaken my faith, the only solid rock I had left from a life that was fading as fast as the crops beneath the relentless Oklahoma sun. 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.
For me, this was the true beginning of Melissa's journey, her catalyst for change. Though God never truly abandons us, the perception of His absence or silence can be a powerful motivator.
