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

For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery. Galatians 5:1 Hey there, Sole Sisters! Before you start reading I want you to know, I’m not an eloquent writer. If that’s what you are looking for, you can go ahead and stop now; no hard feelings. I am writing this blog because the Lord has laid it on my heart to tell of His great works in my life, and it’s TERRIFYING. I’m currently letting a whole lot of people see into an