When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

Sat on the same wooden pew.

The church had been renovated.

New cushions.

Different hymnals.

Same colored light across the floor.

I looked at the doors my parents had walked through twenty years earlier.

Then at Hannah’s photograph.

I did not feel God giving me an answer.