You notice it most in the quiet:  you’re doing “the work,” the hard work, the honest work…  and God feels farther away than ever.   Not just quieter. Distant.  Like you’re calling down a hallway that keeps getting longer.   It is disorienting to realize that the more you turn toward old wounds, the less you feel the One you hoped would hold you in them. A part of you thinks, “If I’m finally growing honest with my childhood, shouldn’t I feel closer to God, not abandoned?”    A