What happens when you stop having all the answers and start asking better questions? That's exactly where this book was born.

Growing up in the Bible Belt was both a gift and a curse. The gift? A foundational love of scripture. The curse? Thinking I had it all figured out.

Two different women. Two different years. Two different states. One word, verbatim: "It will be a compilation of your journaled thoughts with the Lord." OK, God. I'm listening.

I watched a massive wave crash over hundreds of people on a beach — and instead of catastrophe, they came up rejoicing. My heart shifted from fear to something worse: regret. I had missed it.

God told me the word of the day was "confess." I thought I knew what it meant. I did not. What I discovered stopped me in my tracks.

Ten years ago I didn't like mornings and I didn't like reading. Then Jesus started whispering in my ear at 6:30am. I've been chasing that invitation ever since — all the way to 4am.

For five years I've asked God for a single word to anchor my year. Faith. As one. Unlimited. But this year, He didn't wait for me to ask.

I can write 50,000 words on a single topic. Ask me to sum up 50,000 words in one phrase? Nearly impossible. Until a theme started surfacing on its own.

Handing your heart's work to early readers is terrifying. The feedback that came back left me feeling seen in ways I didn't expect.

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