Are We All Just Another Doubting Thomas? Wrestling with Doubt, Delay, and Divine Silence I sat in the middle of the hall, head bowed, hands trembling, and completely speechless. Tears streamed down my face—raw, unfiltered, and relentless. This was not what I expected. It wasn’t what I had hoped for. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. My body began swaying gently, like it was trying to comfort itself. I wasn’t performing for anyone—I was grieving, aching, breaking. I bet you are you're wondering what was going on… okay, okay, I’ll spill. I do love a little suspense and drama, but this? This was serious. It was a regular midweek afternoon. I’d felt a strong urge to attend lunchtime prayers, so I did. I walked into church and started praying—what I believed were heaven-shaking, devil-binding, fire-falling kind of prayers. I was speaking in tongues with the confidence of a warrior, firing off scripture like...