I’m going to be homeless in 3 weeks. Not the typical kind of homeless where you get kicked out because you can’t afford it anymore and have no job and no money and no family or friends to help you. The kind of homeless where God actually TELLS you not to look for another home when you move out of your current one… in 3 weeks. And I’m falling apart. The Ativan container looks sparse. And so do the kleenex boxes, ice cream, Nutella and peanut butter. Anything caffeinated or car

Who cries watching American Idol? Um, I did. Yep. Bawled like a baby. Ever had a moment when God entered a room unexpectedly? Kind of like when the disciples were hiding out after Jesus’ death behind locked doors. Suddenly, there was Jesus. ALIVE. I can tell you what my reaction would have been. 2 words. But only the first would have been accurate. Holy. And I guess that’s it. Jesus didn’t enter through the door. He entered supernaturally. To the disciples, yes, and in the Am