My mother’s faith began with a pack of cigarettes (menthol miracle) and a nap with a Western Civ textbook on her chest dreaming of jeans in a sea of togas. She met Jesus on the Mount and then in buckskins, asleep, seven feet tall. He opened his eyes at her from a...
Something I’ve always struggled with is always being shocked when God actually comes through with an answer to prayer. Like, doesn’t praying in faith and obedience mean that I expect God will answer, even if it’s answer I don’t want or...
