Messy Story of the Week Amber stood in the laundry room staring at the mud-caked shoes on the mat like they were Exhibit A in a trial. Her youngest had tracked half the backyard through the house. Her husband had promised he’d mop. He hadn’t. And in the middle of her frustration, her phone buzzed...

  Messy Story of the Week She didn’t stop believing in God. She just stopped talking to Him. Life filled up. Marriage stress. Kids. Work. Even church became something she attended more than something she engaged in. There was no rebellion, no dramatic moment, no slammed door. Just a quiet distanc...