I was at Michaels, standing in the middle of the aisle with seasonal home goods that were marked with red tags, when a holy voice from heaven sounded, booming loud into my chest, saying, “Get the thing, you need the thing. It’s everything you ever wanted, and it’s on sale. Get the thing.” I thought, God knows me so well — so well He’s starting to sound like me. I pulled my hand away from the shelf and stopped caressing every wooden sign and flower wreath. I stood there for a moment and thought.
