Once upon a time I yelled at God. Yup. you read that right. I (me) yelled (cussed) AT God. Now, before you throw stones or burn me at the stake, allow me to be just a little vulnerable and real with you. Lately, I’ve been a little frustrated with God. I’ve been walking through this season of brokenness and healing for what seems like more than enough time. In my finite mind, this situation should be over and done with. I’ve pled my case, cried my tears, walked my path, read

hey sole sister, My heart has something for you today and I hope that it resonates with you. I think from the time we were little, there’s something ingrained in us about permanence. We’re taught from a young age about not putting our hands near the stove and if we touch a hot burner, we will get burned. These are necessary warnings, cautions, protections put in place for our good (and for the good of the parent who would rather not manage a screaming babe with a scorched han

hey, sole sister: I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately. Are you doing well? Are you fed? Spiritually, emotionally, physically? Here’s what I feel God is teaching me about time with him. It’s not productive. Now before you go off on me on all the things that get “produced” through time in the Word, prayer time, quiet time, devo time (whatever it’s called these days), hear me out. I don’t typically “work from home.” I work at a university, so when the adult kiddos are on w