Pour out your heart before him. — Psalm 62:8 KJV Not the polished version. Not the version that sounds like you’ve got your theology together. Not the version that makes you sound like a woman of faith. The actual contents. The fear. The confusion. The exhaustion that has nothing to do w

She ran to Him with the dishes still in the sink. With the argument from last night still unresolved. With the prayer from this morning still half-finished. With the Bible she hadn’t opened in three weeks still sitting on the nightstand. She ran anyway. And that — THAT — is intimacy with God.