If you’re like me, dealing with an invisible God often leaves me wondering where He is, especially as I sit in the chair I’m now confined to. Why doesn’t He come and visit me? Why does He seem to have left me on my own as I struggle with this damned affliction that renders my body almost useless? But, in truth, I am not left alone. His hands have continued to touch me on a daily basis, and His love has showered me with grace and mercy from many different directions. I am a man who has been blessed. It won’t stop me from wishing I would come out of this, nor will it stop the tears that often overwhelm me. But I know what it is to experience God with skin on.