I am a sponge, and I desperately need to soak in God. The thought unraveled in my head one afternoon as I sat in my living room, looking out the window. Snowflakes glittered and Christmas lights shined – a happy sight – and yet all I could do at the moment was somberly stare them down. I was mulling over the past year and considering the year to come, a normal and appropriate December activity, especially for a melancholy writer-type. As anxiety crept in, I remembered Christ’