These were nothing but middle-class white girl’s tragedies. But I was a middle-class white girl, with a middle-class white girl faith. In fact, my middle-class white girl’s tragedies ceased to be the tragedy at all: the tragedy was God’s response—total silence. I couldn’t hear God or see God or sense God anywhere or in anything. Some people call this the Dark Night of the Soul. It was dark, all right. And silent. And I was alone.

Susan E. Isaacs, Angry Conversations with God


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