Have you ever asked God to speak to you?

Would you be able to hear His voice if He did? How about your spiritual journey— is it all show with no signs of growth? That was me. I understood how to talk like a woman of faith; however, my walk was in dire need of adjustment.

And then it happened. It was a beautiful morning during the spring of 2008 when, while turning the coffee-colored dirt of my garden plot, God met with me. He heard my cry and came to bind up and restore my broken heart. But then why was I surprised? Didn’t it all begin in the garden?

Psalm 46:10 Be still and know that I am God