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Exodus to Exile

I slammed the door behind me, distraught, lost, empty, alone, and at a loss of words. How can this be happening again? Desperate, I cried out to God, tears streaming down my face, I ranted, I raged, but most of all I grieved. I wept and in my despair I pleaded with God to answer one question. Are you even here? Do you hear me? Do you see me? Do I matter? Left with no more words to speak and only more tears to shed, I laid down on my bed. As soon as my back hit the bed it happened. It was like a dream, a daydream, a vision of myself getting back off the bed and walking over...