Good morning, GOD, How are You? I wonder how You are feeling about Your world and Your children. I realized this morning that I often come to You asking for things—blessings, help, answers, protection—but I rarely pause to ask how You  are doing. I assume that because You are GOD, You need nothing from me. But isn’t that a little selfish? If I was created in Your image, and I feel the pressures of life… if my heart aches, if the weight of the world pulls on me, if some days my light flickers...

An orphan: a child or young animal whose parents are dead. My mother—my mommie—was my hero. She was my mentor, my example, my confidant, my protector, and my friend. She was my everything. I revered her. She dedicated her entire life to making my life better. To me, she was the very image of a virtuous woman. I spent so much of my life afraid that she would leave, terrified that I would be alone because no one could ever understand me the way my mother did. My mother made me feel seen and...

For several months now, I have been led to share my conversations with God through this blog. Some have told me these reflections are inspirational and uplifting. I count that a humble blessing—that God would use me in such an intimate way. But this morning, something felt different. You see, what I usually share is the end result —the polished version that comes after much wrestling, prayer, sometimes agony, and often the remnants of fear-filled, confused, imperfect thoughts. It’s much like...