About two years ago, my life was in utter turmoil. I was purely miserable in my personal life. I was dealing with the aftermath of a break-up that wasn’t a complete break-up because we were still holding on. I hated my job. I was unhappy with my spiritual walk. True, I would smile on the outside, but I was literally dying on the inside. I wasn’t praying daily. I knew that I was going nowhere fast, and I needed God. But how? Was He really going to hear me? Wasn’t he tired of