I had Chinese food tonight and I opened my fortune cookie. To my alarm, I didn’t find a fortune inside it. This seems to be a theme. Not even my fortune cookie will speak to me. I say it like this because God has been quiet lately. I have been “doing” all the right things in asking God to search my heart. Perhaps there is an offensive way in me because of a hidden “cherished” iniquity. All I’ve been getting are little hints and whispers along the way. One instance was a man’s ringtone in a class going off that was David Crowder’s “How He Loves”. That made me smile like a giddy schoolgirl (pun intended, I suppose) , but nothing else seems to be resonating. No worship song seems to be smacking me upside the head, and even the Word of God, though it has been blowing my mind, seems to leave my heart completely alone. “God, are you there?” I am reminded in this season of dryness that “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, and today, and forever.” (Hebrews 13:8) A li