“Dawn hadn’t begun to crack the sky yet that morning in Alabama, and I sat on my couch with a full cup of tea, enveloped in quiet so thick I felt I could almost hear the steam rising from the cup. “Okay, God,” I whispered. “I’m here. I don’t know where to start, but I’m here. And I’m not leaving until we figure this out. I know if You are who You say You are, if everything I’ve always known and heard about You is true, then my life won’t make sense until it’s all about You.”
