What We Learn from Getting Mad at God

I sat on the patio steps outside my bedroom door, thinking up all the ways I wanted to ignore God.

And I started to list them, one through ten.

I told God, right there on those steps, each way I could ignore Him–not love Him–if I chose to.

And I felt Him listening. And I kept crying, because the words I was forming to Him just felt so awful, so false.

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Jesus, Help Us Let You In

Laundry I need to fold is piled by the side of my bed. The alarm vibrates near the pillow. Behind the shades the sky is dark, a mystery yet whether the sky will be grey or bright blue. Bare feet search for the wood floor, a place safe to stand up without toppling the small mountain of

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