Why, Hello Gorgeous! She made it all the way to church. She just couldn't make herself get out of the car. She had been sitting there long enough for the windows to start fogging up. Car running. Air conditioning on. Bible sitting on the passenger seat. Purse in the floor. Phone face down in the cupholder. And both hands gripping the steering wheel like she was trying to hold herself together with it. People kept pulling into the parking lot around her. Car doors slammed. Heels clicked across...

Why, Hello Gorgeous! I wasn't looking for a sign. I was looking for laundry detergent. And If you had told me that morning that God and I were going to have a conversation in Walmart, I would've probably laughed and said: "Well, I hope He's bringing His wallet, because have you seen these prices?"😂 But seriously. I wasn't having some major spiritual moment. I wasn't fasting. I wasn't sitting in church. There wasn't worship music playing softly in the background. I didn't have my Bible open...

Why, Hello Gorgeous... can we have one of those conversations that doesn't come with all the right answers? Not the kind where we're trying to convince somebody else how we feel, and definitely not the kind where we're arguing in comment sections with people who've already decided what they believe. I'm talking about the conversations we have around our kitchen tables, in our living rooms, riding down the road, or sitting on the edge of the bed. "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto...