I wonder if coming to this country was a mistake.
Not knowing anyone.
Not knowning anything.
Now out of job and sitting here with nothing.
I am sick of the "Christians" saying there is hope, that this will be a time of miracles, that there will be great works of God taking place during this time.
Oh God! I feel nauseous with the platitudes of these people with everything. What do they know?
Do they know that I'm not one of them?
Do they know that I don't have everything?
Do they know that I don't have a job, money, and there is no stimulus check for me?
I made the committment to make this people my people and their God my God.
Will you help me when I doubt?
Will you help me to believe when I can't see or hear you?
Will you help me to believe when I'm afraid?
What if something happens to me?
What if something happens to Naomi?
I don't konw how to make it.
What was the Bible verse that everyone is praying around?
If my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin, and heal their land.
Why 'sin' and not 'sins'?
Surely, there's more than one sin that the people must have committed.
Forgive what sin? Which sin?
God, you are my God.
I am here.
Do you see me?