"Do you want to listen to some whining?" I asked, as my mom answered her phone. I heard her chuckle. "Why? Do you have some for me?" She listened as I recounted my frustrations with living in half of the house after the lower level was flooded by

I’ve been in one of God’s waiting rooms for a couple of months now regarding my part of our family income. I am trying to sit quietly and listen for His voice saying, “This is the way, walk in it,”[1] but I am simply not hearing His voice