Who are you? If you are like most people, the answer is shrouded in ambiguity. Few of us grew up in a home where God’s design was celebrated and unpacked.
I was raised in a Church where ideal intimacy with God was depicted by the words of an old hymn, “I Come to the Garden Alone.” It’s a sweet picture of walking and talking with Jesus among the dew drenched roses, and while I found it appealing, life didn’t often lend itself to that kind of intimacy.
